Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers photo prompt for this week.
“Nothing’s happening, let’s go.”
“Just one more try.”
The twins peered nervously at the surrounding forest. Melissa could be very intense, and she was scaring them now.
Melissa resumed her incantation. She’d called it a Wiccan invocation; in reality she was just making stuff up as she went along.
The clouds parted, bathing the clearing in pale moonlight
A trail of hoof-shaped indentations was advancing stealthily towards them, flattening the grass beneath.
The twins screamed.
Invisible icy hands gripped Melissa’s neck and foetid breath assailed her nostrils.
“So very kind of you, my dear … now, who’s first?”