That was the first time the Red Circle coven had located me, three years later. When I got home from school that day, I saw him dead in a pool of his own blood, horrified. I knew she had discovered me again when I heard a hissing sound reverberating throughout the home. As she leaned closer to me, my aunt Delilah’s crimson-red lips formed a big smile that said, “Hello my little niece.” Beside her, slithering, is her pet basilisk serpent. She had that damn serpent by her side all the time. That was the one that killed my foster father and terrified him. She let out a terrified chuckle, “You thought you could run away from me forever. But you can’t outrun me. Your daddy couldn’t, your mommy couldn’t, and you also failed!” It seemed as though I was going through all of these memories again that I had worked so hard to conceal. Still, I understood that this was all a bad dream. I curled up on the floor and cried out, “No. No. No. No. It’s not real.” I repeated those words over and again a
