I woke up; Cool hardwood floors chilled my fingertips. I sat up, then searched my stomach for the wound, but found none. I took in my environment . A familiar room surrounded me. Home. I was home again.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." A voice piped up from above. Anubis, my black cat, sat on my bed by the spell book that started all of this. "You were gone for quite a while." He jumped down from the bed and sat in front of me. "Where did you end up?"
"1984." I mumbled still out of it. I got up and caught my reflection in my mirror. I looked the same as when I left. "How long have I been gone, Anubis?"
"Hmm, I'd say about 5 hours."
I snatched up the Grimoire from my bed and headed out the door.
"Where are you going?" Anubis called after me.
"To see my mother."
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The Season Of The Witch: But It's 1984
General FictionCirce Goode has accidentally traveled to 1984. She makes friends, Montana, Chet, Xavier, Ray, and Brooke. They go to Camp Redwood, but are stalked by Serial Killers. (I do not own any characters, except Anubis and Circe.) (I do not own the Scarlet W...
