THE STRANGE WRITING

Melvina noticed that the sitting room, and the other rooms in the house were in disarray just like Esther had said; just like her friend's house had been when she had gone to check on her. The perpetrators of the act had been searching for something.

What could be that? She thought, as she ran her eyes over the relics in the sitting room for the umpteenth time, for any sign or clue that might lead them on, or show them who the culprits were.

So far, they hadn't found anything. Not even a piece of note, like she had seen in her friend's place, or a threatening piece like the dead meat Anthony had found in Emma's refrigerator. Nothing. Nothing at all.

Or had the witch girl hidden some kind of clue since she had canvassed the scene before them?

"Esther…" She called.

"Yes ma'am." Esther replied, dropping the vase on the oval table in the sitting room for the second time.

The first time had been when she had come in from school and had met the house in its unkempt form. The vase with intri