Chapter 24: Something WickedThe gray clouds of morning broke, and a cold sky tinged with orange-pink greeted me. The deserted, silent land toyed with my head. From a distance, the pumpkin patch resembled any ordinary, sleepy farmland. No goblin, darting crows or hellish screeching betrayed the previous night’s events. I’d almost fooled myself into believing that nothing had happened. Weary, I walked to the center of the patch. Several large gray moths fluttered, their fragile wings quivering in the chilly wind. I reached out, hoping to touch one, but it fell to the ground. My eyes followed its dizzying descent. I watched as one by one the moths dropped and disappeared into the great, black triangle burned into the earth. I crouched and hesitantly touched the black soil. Heat radiated from
