18 OPHELIA CLARK
October 23
As soon as I walked up the steps to Dr. Miller’s place, I knew I didn’t want to go inside, despite the inviting front yard. The trimmed hedges were neat and square, and the fall flowers were in bloom, but there was something ominous hanging in the air. Maybe I was just remembering the way the house used to creep me out before the doctor moved in and fixed it up. All the town gossip about the witch who died there didn’t help either, but there was no getting out of this now. I needed to get this session over with.
I waved at Mom, who was sitting in the car, but she refused to drive away until she saw me go inside, so I knocked at the door. The second I did, I felt something curl around my right ankle, and I gasped. The thing slithered a figure eight formation a
