I couldn’t figure out how things went awry.
I had done everything right – the full moon, the fresh blood, the black candles. The incantation was simple so I didn’t mess that up.
I was patient. I sat on that mound of dirt for hours, feeling the chill seep into me but staying perfectly still.
Eventually, I gave up and came back home to re-read the spells and find my error.
Even in the warmth of the house, I was shivering, so I put on the kettle and went upstairs to put on my pajamas.
I washed off my make-up.
I took off my jewelry, hanging my necklace with the silver cross on the bathroom doorknob so I wouldn’t lose it.
As my tea was steeping, I heard the first shuffling step on my porch.