The Spell

ADDIE POV

I turned in panic and was confronted by an old woman.

“You must be Addie,” she said, huge smile on her face.

“Yes, but my friend has been taken! I need to use your phone please Sheila!” I tried to push past her, and she let me, tottering at the edge of the sidewalk. I bounded up her rickety porch steps and into her house, pulling up short. This house wasn’t lived in. There was no furniture, the floorboards had been ripped up in spots and the doors were off hinges. It was dark, dank, and dirty. I whirled around, realizing too late that this was a trap for me, not for Emily and that woman on the front steps was not Sheila.

The old woman was in the doorway, blocking me from running out. I whirled again and ran down the hall towards the back of the home, past a staircase going up. A man stepped into the doorframe and blocked my way. It was Danny.

I whirled again, vaulting up the staircase and running up. I wasn’t sure where I was going but I had a small thought that