The Adirondack Witch by Patrick Reuman

Author:Patrick Reuman [Reuman, Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-02-07T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter

11

We have to wait. We have to give her a chance to come back. We can’t go yet. That was what Eve insisted, what she said between stutters and whimpers, twenty minutes or so earlier. Now they all sat there, staring off their own ways, all lost in their thoughts, their eyes searching the dark forest. Everybody had been a little afraid before, but now they were jumping at even the slightest sounds, the slightest movements.

Eve had begun humming to herself, a soft sound that, if Hank were being honest, made everything a lot creepier. He wanted her to stop, to ask her to stop, but knew it would only get her going again. She had finally calmed down for the first time since they all woke up, or at least had gotten quieter and stopped crying.

Hank was considering his dream again. Like all dreams, it was fading further from his memory with every passing second. He imagined the torches, lining the outside of the village like a fence, and the huts, built from logs and trees like those inhabiting them knew nothing of nails. But those weren’t even the worst parts. Their faces, their horrible, deformed faces, were what brought goose bumps to the surface of his flesh. Was it inbreeding? It didn’t matter. They only existed in his mind, in his dreams.

Or did they?

They had all seen the village earlier. They had agreed, as one, to avoid it. He kept glancing toward Scott and Charlie. He wanted desperately to talk to them about it, to tell them about his dream and about how he knew where to look for Jennifer. But he couldn’t, not without looking suspicious and drawing even more attention to himself.

And even if he could, would they, too, think he was crazy? What he was truly afraid of was that if he told them about the dream, they would join in thinking he had something to do with Jennifer’s disappearance. Would Scott and Charlie turn on him as well? They were all he had out there. He didn’t think they would, but under the circumstances, he couldn’t be sure. Nothing was for sure, not anymore.

Jennifer’s disappearance. Hank knew it wasn’t simply a disappearance. She wasn’t missing. She was murdered. She was dead. There was something in the woods. He had heard it before, twigs snapping under its feet. It lurked within the darkness. It took Jennifer, dragging her screaming to an untimely death. He was almost sure of it.

Jake was staring at him but stopped when Hank looked up. He wondered what the hot head was thinking. Probably about punching him in the face if he had to guess. If it came down to it, Hank wondered if he could beat the guy in a fist fight. Hank wasn’t large, but he wasn’t small by any means either. He wasn’t some tough brawler, but he hadn’t lost any of the fights he had been in back in school. Some were draws but none losses. He had Scott and Charlie there to back him as well, he hoped.

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