Angel Schroeder

The Four Witches of the Four Realms

The Four Witches of the Four Realms The time read 3 a.m.- the witching hour. Ahmya looked around the room attempting to find what woke her. The room was still, the sound of silence buzzing in her ears. Her throat dry Ahmya made her way down the hall towards the kitchen. It was then that she noticed her grandmother’s door ajar. The house appeared to shift under her, her heart sinking into her stomach.