𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋,
youngest member of the
Halliwell sisters. Gorgeous.
Intelligent. Stubborn. A recent
high school graduate with
dreams of becoming an doctor.
She had just gotten accepted
into University of California's
med...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 something wicca this way comes
THE Halliwell Manor loomed silently under the full moon's glow, its shadows deepening as the night crept on. Inside, the grand, old house was eerily quiet, save for the faint creaking of wood settling and the occasional rustle of wind against the windows. The sisters' curiosity had been piqued by the mysterious message on the spirit board—Attic—but none of them had expected what was to come.
Phoebe and Prim stood at the top of the staircase, staring at the heavy wooden door of the attic. Phoebe reached for the doorknob hesitantly, fingers brushing against the cool brass surface. Taking a deep breath, she turned it, but the knob resisted.
Locked.
"Of course." Phoebe muttered with a frustration.
"Thank God." Prim sighed in relief.
Phoebe turned to her, "This was your idea to come up here."
"Still doesn't mean I'm not relieved that this isn't opening." Prim replied.
Phoebe pushed against the door again, rattling it slightly, but it didn't budge. With a sigh of defeat, the two turned away, heading back toward the stairs. The floorboards creaked beneath their feet as they moved, but then—
Another sound—a soft groan of wood shifting—echoed behind them. Both Prim and Phoebe froze mid-step, heart hammering in their chest. Slowly, they look to each other before turning around, eyes widening as the attic door swung open of its own accord. It creaked loudly, the noise reverberating through the quiet house.
"Oh no." Prim whispered.
The dim hallway light spilled into the darkened attic, illuminating dust particles floating lazily in the air. Phoebe's breath caught in her throat. An inexplicable pull tugged at her, urging her to step forward.
"Phoebe, don't you dare go in there," Prim hissed, eyes wide with fear. "The door just opened on its own."
But Phoebe, as if in a trance, took a tentative step forward, then another, until she crossed the threshold. "What's life without a little adventure?" she whispered, glancing back at her sister with a mischievous grin.
