The Dark Society

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Samantha observed the sleek two-story for some time, but even then this humble location felt eclipsed in darkness. Nevertheless, as hope of finding significance in her life waned another woman captured her attention. Like Sabrina in every way, though seemingly more seasoned.

So, she immediately occupied a nearby rock formation enveloped by the undeniable link. Then, as the inhabitants emerged from inside and moved toward the lake Sam's next task was simple. The mesh door squealed with a subtle yet blatant evocation of a lost childhood. But, upon entering the house she steadily observed the foyer.

Elegant, appealing, and modernized: everything a mid-western-style farmhouse should be. Notwithstanding that, the subtle charms, like heirlooms, photographs, and the vintage furnishings were surreal.

Sam nostalgically gazed at the birthmark she assumed that only she possessed while also observing the photos where this woman was pictured. She too bared the mark of a practitioner, so it wasn't surprising that many spiritual relics adorned the house. So for that reason, she placed a reminder among them, confident in its discovery.

From there, sinister energies surged from the basement, so Sam cautiously opened the doorway and descended the stairs. However, among the stillness everyone suddenly returned mindful of her presence.

Sabrina immediately neared the mantle and discovered yet another ceramic effigy of the goddess Hecate. She concealed it in a panic, but knew that the analogy somehow belonged. But, while she held this particular figurine Sam's dark energy was far more profound. For this reason, as Julia and Tim gathered outside Sabrina grew angered and sheltered the relic.

"Tim..." Julia mumbled. "Samantha was here, in this house."

"It's time you told Sabrina the truth." He whispered as the screen door opened.

"I couldn't agree more." Sabrina declared with a defiant scowl.