Chapter 80: Chosen Of The Light

Where was I? I vaguely recalled running. Brad. The necklace. But it was so dark and I was so very tired...

I wasn't alone. Was it the family out there? I tried to go to them, but something held me back. I struggled with what little strength I had. My hands wouldn't move. Or my feet. Even my chest felt weighted down. And I was elevated, standing higher than everyone else. I looked down, my chin hitting my chest, the weight of my head too much. I blinked slowly once. What was with the firewood? Why was I standing on a pile of it? And why did I smell kerosene? Wow, it stank.

I managed to lift my head again and noticed the people. Not the family. Wrong color. The coven wore black and these people were all dressed in-

I was suddenly and terrifyingly awake. My hands ached from the ropes knotted around them and I whimpered as I pulled and yanked. I had to get away. There was only one reason I could be tied to a post on a pile of a cord of wood.

Ohmygod. They were going to burn me alive.