THE WITCHES’ COVE It was a dark, foggy night. Nothing was stirring, not even a bat. As I walked down the dark street to my friend’s house, I saw the old broken-down, tattered Nelson mansion. As I passed the spooky old house, it seemed like a silence fell over the little town of Hallowville. A bone-chilling wave of cold passed through me as I noticed there was a single light burning in the attic …showed first 75 words of 607 total…

…showed last 75 words of 607 total…what I had been doing there. As we walked, she told me all the legends about the Witches’ Cove house. I didn’t share my entire story with her that night and don’t plan to ever reveal everything that went on in the house. Still to this day, I can’t be sure if what happened was real, but I will keep my secret and make sure I never pass by that house again.