The Witch Prophecy

Chapter 6

My parents and I went in my dad's car. While my parents talked about the property to each other and listened to Zac Brown Band, I was listening my Ipod like I always do in cars. For some reason, I found music had more meaning when you were in a moving car. Oblivious to the world and all thoughts, I lost myself in music, tapping a beat with my thumb on my knee. My Jack Russell named Dusty was laying on the empty seat next to me, asleep. The two hours passed quickly, and I was happy to see the 'Welcome To Spencer' sign come into view. Soon, we were hugging my grandma and settling in for the night at her little house. My grandpa had died when I was four from cancer. I knew my grandma missed him dearly, but I didn't have many memories of him. The ones I did have were small, almost unimportant things. Like the way he always smelled of smoke, or how his eyes wrinkled when he smiled. I was thinking of these things as I climbed into bed in the guest room. As I snuggled into a cocoon under the blankets, I wished I could have had a chance to get to know him, to at least have memories of him. Right before I drifted off, I could have sworn I smelled smoke.

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In the morning, my parents and I woke early. I ate a small breakfast before heading out with my parents to the property. We took a back road about five minutes away from my grandma's house. Trees lined the road on each side, threatening to close in. I had my window down, breathing in the fresh air. At the end of the road we came to a small, dirt drive way and a smaller dirt road leading away from it. At the end of the driveway stood a medium size man that seemed to be well into his forties and a stiff-backed, taller, older woman with her snow white hair pulled severely tight in a bun. We stopped in front of them with the motor still running. My mom rolled down her window. "Hey, Jack and Becky! How are you?" She asked cheerily. Becky didn't seem too cheery. "Just fine, thank you," She replied stiffly. Jack stumbled a little closer to the car. "Hello there, Rose and Todd!" He basically yelled. The pair couldn't see me because my window was up and tinted.

My mom and dad were wearing fake smiles on there faces. I found all this strange. Why was Jack acting weird? Of course, I had never met these people before, but still. It seemed like something was off. Suddenly, my window began to roll down. I looked at my dad because he was the one that was doing it. "This is my daughter, Katie. Katie, this is Jack and Becky, the owners of the property," He introduced. I smiled and muttered a hello and waved. Jack greeted me with a burst of loud hellos, but Becky just stared at me, a frown on her face. My parents said their goodbyes and we headed out on the small dirt road. At the end of it, my dad parked the car and we all jumped out onto the red mud. My dad began to ready the four-wheeler and I changed into my sturdy boots. Once my dad had packed the 'private property' posters in the pack attached to the four wheeler, we set off on one of the many trails all over the property.

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 We had been putting up posters for hours before my dad decided that we should check out the trailer. (Rolls eyes) So currently we were cleaning out the tons of litter in the trailer. Beer bottles and McDonald's bags surrounded my feet. I had on gloves and was stuffing everything into a trash bag, my parents doing the same. The door to the trailer was propped open with a discarded brick we had found lying around. Dusty was digging through the trash, looking for something to play with. Suddenly, he stopped mid dig and shot through the open door, barking. My parents and I all looked at each other. My mother sighed. "Will you go get him, Katie?" She asked. I nodded and raced out the door. I followed the sound of Dusty's barking deeper into the woods until I came to a cliff-like hill. It was dark this deep in the forest, and I wanted to get Dusty and return to the sunny trailer as soon as possible. I looked down and realized Dusty was at the bottom of the hill.

How had he gotten down there? "Dusty," I called. "Come here, boy." He didn't move. At all. In fact, he was ramrod straight, no tail wagging, no mouth-breathing. I couldn't even see his chest moving or his eyes blinking. "Dusty?" My voice was shaky. No response. Something tall and white flashed between trees, behind Dusty. I felt a shiver run down my spine. We needed to get out of here. Now. I took a step toward Dusty, but my foot tripped over some unseen object, and I tumbled head-over-heals down the hill. I felt twigs and thorns pierce my skin and I cried out in pain. Suddenly my head hit hard against a rock. Everything went black.

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Author's Note

Hey people! So I know this story has a lousy start without to omuch action, but trust me. IT IS GOING TO GET WAY MORE AWESOME! Oh, and I know I haven't been making chapters the normal way, but I'm going to change that. This is my first time writing a story on here so I need to get the hang of it. To any loyal readers message me what you think. Don't be afraid, I dont bite. ;) Or maybe I do :0 Anyways keep being awesome and remember......

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