The flat black eyes of the two dogs fixed keenly on him.

As Burke stared across the street, the dogs remained exactly where they were. Their attention was focused raptly on Burke’s house alone, as if they were waiting for something that they already knew was going to happen there.

Burke hurriedly pressed the drapes closed and stepped back on shaky legs, unnerved by what he had just seen outside.

Gradually, despite his old convictions, and against all his rational will, he was starting to believe. And be afraid of the witches.

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