The Dark Haired Girl

Beth told him to dig a grave for the girls he buried on Halloween nights. He protested, but she said it was what they wanted from him. She pointed at the floor of the cellar and then several skeletal hands appeared. They were scooping at the earth before their bones filled with blue-white flesh. Before my eyes, all as one they looked at me with unblinking serious eyes. A witch did live here once back when we were kids, says Beth. The ground still bears the power of our curses. I didn't protest when Alyssa put her hand on my head and told me to lay down in it. There was no point; they were not going to