Spellbound
by Alexis Alexandra
The witching hour – that time of night when the veil between life and death, the natural and supernatural is at its thinnest, allowing for ghosts, demons, and spirits to travel between two worlds. Standing at the edge of Scarsmack Bluff overlooking the sleeping town of Crickhallow,, Amber Rathmore felt a chill run down her spine as she imagined an inferno of hellfire sweeping across the town.