"Come on, little witch. You're only prolonging the inevitable. We're going to have you one way... or the other..."
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There are some rules you don't break
when it comes to the supernatural.
1. Don't be an idiot.
2. Don't make deals with Demons...
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The Witch
As the day went on, my body started to shut down. Once I finally clocked out and closed the shop down, I allowed myself one yawn.
"You can head out now, Cory. I can handle things from here."
I sighed. "Thanks. I'm sorry for this morning, I just feel like I'm going out of my mind."
"You know I care about you, honey. I just need to know that your taking care of yourself,"she says.
"I know," I replied understandingly. "If I came off the wrong way, I didn't mean to. I just didn't sleep well last night."
Genny sighed heavily. "That's not surprising, Coralynn. You haven't slept well for years. I still have some of that tea to help with your sleep. I know you don't like it when I offer, but I really think that you should at least start considering it."
"Thanks, Gen. Maybe next time," I declined apologetically, before grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.
It was late afternoon. The sky was a perfect fall orange and leaves wisped across the ground from the trees that lined the sidewalk. This town did have its charm.
It was quiet three hundred and sixty four days a year. Halloween was the one exception. The town would throw a huge festival with rides and haunted houses. Signs promoting the upcoming pumpkin carving contest rippled with the breeze as they hung from their billboards and windows. And of course there was the classic hayride and corn maze.
I hadn't gone since my parents passed, but if James went, then I would be there. I wouldn't miss a chance to see him, even if it meant stirring up some repressed trauma. Sacrifices could be made for him.
The tip of a blade pressed against my spine.
"Sacrifice? I like the sound of that," a smooth low voice chuckled. I froze. The tip of a knife dug into my skin just enough to sting. "Keep walking."
"Why should I? You're not real—"
A quick slash to the thigh made me gasp in shock as blood began to soak my pants.
"You caught onto us awfully quick. But just because we aren't physically real, doesn't mean the pain isn't," he hummed. "I want you to give me a reason to make you scream, Coralynn. Go ahead. Make my day."
"I can handle a little pain," I snarl, bolting out of his reach. I almost immediately ran straight into the razor end of a knife. The breath left my lungs as searing pain burned its way through my body.
I looked down.
There, sticking out from my body, was a scary looking hunting knife. Pentagrams we're carved harshly into the handle. I looked back up, my eyes wide as I gazed into eyes of pure silver.
