Preface

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"I swear these stories you keep telling are getting more and more farfetched, Case." I hear Karley snap. The two fighting like an old married couple makes me wonder if they ever were in a past life.

"I'm not making this shit up, Karley. The witch lives just over there, under Old Man Yellers' Bridge." Casey rolls his eyes, pulling out his phone to show us an article he found, supposedly proving his story.

"Dude, you're not honestly thinking we're gonna go talk to this witch are you?" I ask, taking the phone and skimming the page for any sort of name as to who posted the article.

"Come on, Tony. You're a nut for these sort of things. If either of you were even remotely interested I would assume it would be you." Casey whimpers, hope tinging his voice. It almost makes me feel bad for the kid. Almost. When we were kids, Casey was the kind of kid that you couldn't help but be drawn to. He has this way about him that just makes you wanna be around him.

"Okay, and if I humor you and this goes south?" I ask.

"I owe you. Big time." He answers, holding out a pinky. A childlike promise that even the most insane take seriously. I intwine my pinky with his and nod, agreeing to this silly adventure. Blissfully unaware of what was about to come next.

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