The Vexed Household Sneak Peek

That night, a raging tempest spat rain upon our innocent country cottage. Thunder shook the wooden frame work, wind tapped at the windows, and the lightning lit the rooms like they were ablaze. As a child, thunder was my only fear. It was in the little Witch girl's presence that I had experienced true horror. She disturbed the peace that I had revolved around since birth. Perhaps, disturbed is an understatement. Destroyed, yes, that is what happened. She destroyed it. The Witch girl destroyed the serenity, and everything her cold, dead fingers could grasp.

I was young at the time, no more than ten years of age, when she came to our home. For the first and final time. That gruesome night. That horrid night. The night that stole my innocent youth, along with the lives of my brother and my parents.

Those eyes still haunt me. Especially in my sleep, even as an adult. I could be fantasizing about the most magical scenarios and her eyes, like a pair of bright and sickly moons, would appear and yank me from slumber. Like a mother placing a warm blanket over her sweet child, the tears would come to me. But I lived the wretched night, she allowed me to live, and I hated her for it.