When Sam opened his eyes again it was dark and quiet. He tried to move, but he was fastened tightly to whatever he lay on. His body ached from lack of movement. His eyes became accustomed to the dark and he could make out shadows around him, but nothing moved. A huge black caldron sat on the dying embers of the fire. He dreaded to think what might be inside it. Then he felt silly, witches didn’t really exist, this must be a bad dream. He remembered looking for Dirk in the woods, he remembered the cottage, he remembered…
His arms were numb from being tied so tightly so he wriggled his fingers to make sure they were still there.
He was cold, so very cold.
Sadie, I think I’ll be with you soon. Don’t know where I am, but I’m in trouble and I’m not sure I can escape.
Something stirred in the far side of the cabin. Sam strained his eyes to get a better look.
“Who’s there?” He asked. No reply! Dawn approached and a slice of light found its way through the dark drapes that hung across the window. A man sat in a chair, A man with a misshapen head. Sam watched in horror as sky brightened.
“Dirk, is that you.” The head moved slightly. Sam closed his eyes.
This can’t be happening, This is a nightmare. WAKE UP!
He opened his eyes again.
Oh dear sweet Jesus!
A face with flaming red demented eyes hovered over him, staring hungrily down. A face he recognized!
“Good Morning Sammie, I’m glad you’re awake. I have a surprise for you.”
“Sadie? What have they done to you?”
The face cracked into a grotesque grin as it bore down on him.