Jared leaned heavily on the door, his legs still shaking as that white thing had chased him home. Where in the hell had it come from? It's that witch! He is her doing. He shuddered as he remembered the feel of his ghostly white hands grabbing out at him tearing one pants leg. His skin still burned. He closed his eyes thankful that he had made it to safety but just barely.
He could still hear the thing moving about outside trying to find a way in. He breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived when he saw the shadow of the witch's youngest daughter's shadow swinging happily.
What the hell? Was that actual singing he heard? No. She was dead. He had made sure of it. He was hallucinating. He didn't hear her singing. She wasn't in his house. But each time the shadow of the dead little girl got closer and closer every time to him. He crouched down covering his head and prayed for the first time in his life. He could pray all he liked it still wouldn't do him any good. He had to pay for his crimes.
