Rhea kept looking out to see if she could make out the face of the person, but the more she tried, the more it looked like the fog had increased.
While looking out through her glass,she felt a tap on her shoulder, which made her slowly turn around in fright. “A glass cannot keep me away, okay?" A woman with a grin told Rhea. Rhea could bet her life that she is about shitting her pants with what is on display at that moment.
“Leave my house.” Rhea said, dreading the presence of the woman.
If she did not know about witches, only then would she have dumbly asked how she got into her house, but she knew damn well how possible it was.
“What do you want?” Rhea asked a witch who would enter her house unannounced; she definitely wants something.
“Her!” The witch said this and turned back, poi
