Chapter 18October 14th, 2014
Bramson Bay, Oregon
Seeing the cabin squatting there in the woods, just as I’d seen it in my dream, was unsettling. We were above the fog and with the car’s lights off the moon and stars provided enough light for me to see the cabin.
No lights on inside, but the moonlight caught the smoke rising out of the stove pipe, a bit of movement and breath. With witches inside I wasn’t sure what to expect. In the nightmare I’d kept Kirk pinned to his chair, but if he’d woken up when I did there was no telling what he was planning.
Lockwood turned from studying the cabin. “What do you think?”
“You’re asking me?”
“You’ve been here before, at least in a sense.”
“Okay, assuming that the dream was accurate they were both in the bedroom, there.” I pointed to the left si
