I've seen this before in movies, superpowers, But how would I get them? How could such a fantasy become so real?
When I was little my grandma had this book of spells, she claimed it was real, and of course, I went along with it because she's my grandma.
I remember that one night when I was staying over at her house, her cat died. So she grabbed her spellbook and said a few words and the cat came back to life. Of course, I thought it was a dream, honestly, I thought my grandma was way crazy after that. But maybe I'm the crazy one for not believing her, for not believing in magic.
I close my eyes as I'm surrounded by the dark, noisy woods.
"Bring me to grandma's house," I say, hoping that just maybe I might appear in her house, and maybe this magic may be useful after all. With my eyes still closed I take a deep breath, in and out, calming myself down. I feel my body get lighter, and my fists clench tighter together, as I open my eyes to see myself standing in front of my grandma's house.
A smile crosses my face, it worked!
my grandma died 2 years ago, but all her stuff remains in this house, untouched, and unmoved. A two-story house that is painted a boring plain white, with a large deck in the back and a small basement she never let anyone go into. I step forward into the old viney house, as it croaks and I enter. I have a strong feeling that I'm safe here, so I stay.
As the night falls I craw into the guest bedroom, the one I used to sleep in when I was little. This is the only place I have ever actually felt safe, and peaceful.
As my eyes close shut, I drift off. Part of me hopes that just maybe this will all be a terrible dream, just a nightmare.
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Whispers Of A Witch
Mystery / ThrillerAs 16-year-old Neveah Wilson realizes she has powers after jumping off of an ancient Blue Bridge to commit suicide, she has nothing left to do but run. After all, she only has herself, she doesn't count her mom as a family at least not anymore. As...
