Chapter 41

“Kelly?” Mark whispered, but his whisper was so slight, that it would’ve been a shock if she had heard him, even if his lips were pressed to her ear. Fear was choking the words in his throat.

Fear. The nearly final stage.

The final stage was slaughtering everyone he loved. He didn’t want to think about that stage. Would he relish their murders? He certainly hoped not. He hoped he wouldn’t kill anyone.

He was nervously holding on to the rifle. It was a security blanket. He tapped on the door gently but to no avail. Kelly did not respond, and neither did the witch. Panting, with his heart pounding bitterly in his chest, he slid along the outside of the cabin peeking in the windows. Nothing, just curtains. In fact the inside of the cabin seemed so dark that he wondered if the witch had left entirely.

But then where was Kelly?

Had the witch stolen her?

The fear that had been building threatened to squeak out of his throat in a tiny piercing screams. It took all his effort to keep his mouth shut. Because he was afraid if he opened it again, and they would never stop pouring out of him. The unearthly, ungodly screams of a terrorized man.

He said he slid around the cabin even further. At the back of the cabin he found the door. Carefully, he turn the handle.

This door opened.