Six Sentence Sunday
This Sunday, let's go back in time...
My eyes widened as she continued to chant, her words clear and desperate, sending a chill down my spine, and I knew then what she was. A witch. A dark one at that, and now Sadie was in her clutches. All my fault, I thought with tears in my eyes as I looked down at my dying friend.
“Spirits of those yet to come,
And all that have passed,
I give thee life to aid my hate,
Let them suffer this awful fate.”