The inside was nothing like a witch’s lair. Instead, it looked like a charming, quaint cottage, something straight out of a Disney movie. The walls were adorned with dreamcatchers, made from twigs, feathers, and shells. There was a simple elegance in the air, a stark contrast to the dark image he had painted in his mind.
James stood frozen, his eyes taking in the unexpected beauty of the shed. He had expected something sinister, but instead, he found a peaceful, welcoming space. As he took in the sight of the shed, his gaze fell upon the old woman, lying near the stairs, curled up in pain.