The Witches Legacy

Suzan’s POVAs we neared our house, we spotted Jack, Beth, and Simon standing on our front porch, breathing heavily. I rolled my eyes and waited a few moments for my mom to enter the house before I aggressively whispered to them that it was late and they should leave."Come on, Suzan, I’m sorry, okay? I truly am," Simon stuttered, his voice hesitant. Jack and Beth echoed his words, sounding just as unsure, as if they were trying to make up for what had happened earlier.But despite the apology, something felt off. They had made me feel small all night, and now they were here, out of breath, like they had been running from something. My curiosity got the better of me, and despite my lingering frustration, I found myself asking, "Why are you running?"For a moment, the three of them just stared at me, their eyes wide. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and uneasy. Simon opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Jack shifted nervously on his feet, and Beth crossed her arm

Jack’s POVI woke up to the usual smell of my dad’s morning cigarette drifting from downstairs. Letting out a deep yawn, I stretched and checked my watch—10 a.m. Already late. I rolled out of my small bed, absentmindedly adjusting myself as I shuffled toward the bathroom for a hot bath before getting dressed.Hunger gnawed at my stomach, so I decided to head to the local diner for breakfast. As I rode my black and blue bicycle down the street.As I pedaled down Main Street, the only thing on my mind was breakfast. My stomach growled in protest, reminding me that I hadn’t eaten yet. The thought of warm pancakes and crispy bacon made me push harder on the pedals, eager to get to the diner.Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Luke standing near the curb, passing out flyers. I almost didn’t think anything of it, but something about the way he moved caught my attention. He looked… different. Tense. Like he was on edge. His usual carefree attitude was gone, replaced by something I couldn

Jack’s POVAs we all hopped on our bicycles and started pedalling in the direction of the witch's cabin, the weight of the situation pressed down on me harder with each passing second. The air felt colder, the sky darker than it should have been at this time of day. Every sound in the woods seemed amplified, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching us. Something much darker than we had ever anticipated.But we had no choice. We had to find Suzan.The forest path was winding, narrow, and overgrown with wild vines. The trees towered over us, their branches twisted and gnarled, as if they were hiding secrets in their shadows. It felt like we were riding deeper into a nightmare, each turn taking us further from the safety of our homes and into the unknown. I tried to push the fear down, focusing on the task at hand. Suzan was out there—alone—and we were the only ones who could help her.Beth kept glancing over her shoulder, her face tense and full of worry. “Do you thi

Luke's POVMorning had arrived, but the wind still howled through the streets as I stood beneath a flickering streetlamp, pressing yet another flyer into a passerby’s hand.“Suzan’s missing,” I murmured, my gaze falling to my sister’s face on the paper. I had been out here for hours, handing them out, clinging to hope—desperate for anything. But no one knew a damn thing.I was startled by the sound of my best friend, Jack."Yo, Luke! You good?" he called out, rolling up beside me on his bike.I barely registered his voice at first. My grip on the flyers tightened, my fingers crumpling the edges as I exhaled shakily. The distress written all over my face must’ve been obvious because Jack’s expression shifted from casual concern to something more serious.“You okay, man? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”I hesitated, my grip tightening on the flyers in my hands. My eyes darted around, scanning the area as if making sure no one else was listening. Then, without a word, I handed Jack on

Jack's POVThe stench of rot and decaying flesh contaminated the air, thick and suffocating. My body was frozen, unable to move, as the reality of our situation set in. The only thing I could do was silently cry, my throat tight with fear and helplessness.I watched in horror as the witch paced around the room, her long, twisted fingers tracing the air like she was savouring the moment. She moved between us, one by one, sampling our blood. Each cut she made, each drop she tasted, was a reminder of our helplessness.But then something shifted inside me. I realized, with a sickening jolt, that I was still capable of feeling pain. That shouldn’t have been possible. My body felt numb, my limbs unresponsive, but the searing sting of my palm being sliced open reminded me that I was still alive, still here, still trapped.The pain was unbearable, and I couldn’t help but whimper, unable to stop myself. But it didn’t matter. The witch’s gaze never left me as she grinned, her smile impossibly w