❝You being an actual witch would be really helpful right now!❞
❝I just can't win with you people!❞
The concept of witches has been around for centuries. Challan Logan did not believe in witches one bit. She wasn't entirely sure where the myth had be...
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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO. SLEEPOVERS AND DO OVERS
☆ミ ☆彡
WARNING: More internalized homophobia (sorry)
LIBBY JOHNSON WAS ABIGAIL BENSON'S COUSIN. Challan didn't know that until after the events of the sleepover from hell. Everything had been going fine, all of the girls were talking and hanging out and it was all great. And then Talia suggested that they played with a Ouija board and try to communicate with the dead.
Challan honestly wanted no part in it. She now knew that the supernatural was actually real and that spirits, demons, and the likes possibly existed too. She didn't want to mess with any of that. The other girls insisted on playing but Challan stood her ground, refusing to partake in it.
She watched from the doorway as the girls began "summoning spirits." She honestly just wanted to go home. The lights in the bedroom began to flicker and an uneasy feeling began to bubble up in her chest. A strange noise, almost a low moaning could be heard and Challan stood up straight from where she was leaning.
"What was that?" Libby asked.
"It's just the trees, Lib. Relax," Talia shook it off.
"The trees? Did that sound like trees to you, Talia?" Libby questioned.
The lights in the house turned off completely and the girls jumped. Challan walked further into the room with a frown. Something was off.
"Okay, guys. This isn't funny," she spoke.
"We're not doing anything," Jessica assured.
Challan was on edge, goosebumps beginning to raise on her skin. She rubbed her arms to provide herself with comfort. The room was completely silent and pitch black.
"Guys?" Challan asked. She received no response. She waved her hands out in front of her so that she could feel for something. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind and pulled backwards.
A familiar feeling of dread filled her, her mind flashing back to that day under the tree. She fought off her attacker, being thrown to the floor of the bathroom.
Challan crawled forward but was pulled back by her ankle. "Where do you think you're going, witch?" Something about the low voice was familiar but Challan couldn't think clearly enough to try and place it. An overwhelming amount of terror shot through her body. But this time, she didn't allow it to take complete control of her. Instead, she kicked her free leg backward and toward where she hoped the person was, her fight or flight instincts kicking in. She wasn't about to go through something like this again.
