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by Scott Donnelly. The first really nice fall day of
the season had come to an end. My dad and I,
along with my dad's new girlfriend, Rebecca, sat in the
backyard at Rebecca's house, which edged up against a heavily
wooded area. We roasted marshmallows over a crackling fire pit.
The marshmallow at the end of my stick was glowing orange,
but the one on my dad's and Rebecca's were beginning
to burn. Without warning, my dad's marshmallow cracked open and
bled its sticky white goo into the fire pit, causing
Rebecca to laugh. You act like such an amateur at
roasting marshmallows, she bellowed. Please tell me you've done this
before I have. My dad playfully insisted. As the evening
continued with laughs and bonding between myself and Rebecca over
how good we were at marshmallows compared to my dad,
the glow with the sun and the sky began to
fade fast as it sank behind the woods. Together, we
cleaned up the tools, folded up the chairs, and put
out the fire. Rebecca had gone back inside her house
with a handful of used paper plates, and I stood
in the backyard with my dad as the dark of
night began to swath over us. He took in a long, deep.
Speaker 2: Breath of autumnal air and let it out. I'll tell
you what he began. There's no better smell in the
world than a fire pit in the fall time. I
wrapped my arms around my dad and agreed wholeheartedly. You
boys coming in, we can make up the beds now,
Rebecca called from the doorway. My dad looked down at me.
You're still lokay to spend the night here tonight, I
nodded with a smile. Yeah, it'll feel like a sleepover
at a friend's house. Plus, I shyly began to add,
I like Rebecca. I think she's nice. My dad smiled.
I could tell he was relieved that I thought that
we'd been through a lot after losing my mom, and
for my dad to find someone else he connected with
so well, and that I enjoyed the company of also well.
It seemed right for both of us. Milo these new
Superman sheets aren't gonna make themselves. Rebecca playfully singled me out, somehow,
skillfully discovering my very own kryptonite. I couldn't turn down
anything Superman related. Let's go, my dad said, placing a
hand on my shoulder and walking me back inside. As
the night went on, I dreamed good dreams and occasionally
could hear the crickets and trees swishing around from outside
the open window in my bedroom. For some reason, my
dreams manifested the sounds into crickets using brooms to sweep
the frozen floors of Superman's Fortress of Solitude. Then suddenly
I was startled awake by my dad, rock me hard
back and forth in the bed. When I opened my eyes,
I could see my dad in the moonlight that shone
in through the window. His eyes were bugged out, and
he looked afraid. I sat up quickly. Dad, what's wrong, ssh,
he husked me.
Speaker 1: She'll hear you. Who Rebecca, He whispered. Something's wrong with her.
She's not She's not right.
Speaker 2: I grew more afraid and hopped out of bed. We
need to leave, my dad urged. He rushed to the
window and pulled away the thin flowing curtains that hung
in front of it.
Speaker 1: Look.
Speaker 2: I scuttled over to the window and looked out into
the backyard. Beyond the cold, still fire pit were the
dark woods. I scoured the backyard but didn't see anything
out of the ordinary. What am I looking at? I
asked quietly. There, he said, pointing directly through the expanse
of trees. I squinted and finally saw what he saw,
a glowing green light. What is that?
Speaker 1: I asked.
Speaker 2: My dad slowly shook his head, not removing his eyes
from the obstructed radiance. Then he began to repeat something
in a soft nervous voice. Through the shadows to the
glow to safety, we go, through the shadows to the
glow to safety, we go.
Speaker 1: I just stared at him. What does that mean? To safety?
Speaker 2: My dad looked down at me. It's an old saying
I remember from my childhood. I never knew what it
meant until this very moment. That green light is how
we get to safety, how we get away from Rebecca.
Are you sure? I've never been so sure. I trusted
my dad with every ounce of my being. He was
the only consistent safe thing in my life. So as
strange and eerie as this whole scenario was, and I trusted.
Speaker 1: Him and took his.
Speaker 2: Hand, holding hands, we rushed out the back door and
through the yard. The crickets silenced, the trees fell still,
and we crossed the edge of the property into the woods.
Our feet scampered through fallen leaves and over broken branches.
We used the moonlight above us to see and the
green glow up ahead is our beacon for safety. Even
though I completely trusted my dad, I was still willing
to admit how strange and weird this all felt. What
was the glow up ahead coming from? How could it
guarantee our safety from Rebecca? And perhaps the most pressing
question running through my mind, what was wrong with Rebecca?
What had my dad so spooped about her that he'd
be willing to run through the woods in the middle
of the night. Well, we were about to find out
what the mysterious green light was all about and how
it could help us. Its glow was getting bigger the
closer we got. We burst through another wall of trees
and into a large circular clearing. There we stopped when
we saw the source of the green glow. A large
black cauldron sat at the center of the clearing. A white,
hot fire burned beneath it. Bubbling from the cauldron was
a bright green glowing liquid that popped tiny bubbles into
the air. Just then, all around the clearing torches embedded
into the ground exploded to life, with flames furiously licking
the cold autumn night. She's a witch, I uttered in disbelief,
coming to the realization of Rebecca's creepy secret that had
my dad so spooked. This is where she holds her
creepy ceremonies, I added, this is where she makes her
witches brew. It's as still, actually, I heard Rebecca's voice say.
Speaker 1: Next to me.
Speaker 2: I turned to where my dad was standing and felt
my entire go white from fear. My dad was no
longer there. In his place was Rebecca, looking as beautiful
as she was earlier in the night. Where's my dad,
I stammered, asleep back at the house, She said, you know,
I heard what he said last night after the fire
was put out. How a fire in the fall is
the best smell in the world. I couldn't disagree more.
You know what my favorite smell is, I couldn't answer.
I was frozen in fear. Rebecca continued, My favorite smell
in the world is the smell of children boiling in
my stew As she spoke those words, Rebecca's natural skin
color faded into a dark green. Her nose elongated and
sprouted hideous boils and hairy moles. Her eyes turned yellow
and narrow, and all of her hair fell out. Her
fingers stretched and her nails formed sharp tips like claws.
Speaker 1: You are my last ingredient, the witch hissed.
Speaker 2: She grabbed me so quickly that I didn't have time
to react or try to escape. She wrapped her claws
around me and dragged me toward the bubbling cauldron. I
screamed and kicked, but it was to no avail. Her
grip only grew tighter around me. She lifted me completely
off the ground and then levitated with me into the air.
We hovered just above the cauldron. I looked down into
the bubbling green liquid. I could see bones and other
scary things floating around within. It put me down. I screamed,
as you wish, she hissed. I felt her grip loosen
and prepared for my demise, But at a stone the
signs of a hockey puck soared through the air and
hit the witch in the head. It knocked her off balance,
making her drop me off to the side, where I
crashed into the leaves and dirt beside the cauldron. While
in midair, she turned to face or attack her.
Speaker 1: It was my dad.
Speaker 2: He held another stone and whipped it at her. It
thwacked her directly between the eyes and dropped her like
a sack of flower, right into the cauldron. She splashed
down with a horrifying whale, sinking and disappearing into the
acidic concoction as her bones floated up to the surface.
My dad rushed over to me and helped me to
my feet. Are you okay, he asked, Yeah, I said,
brushing myself off. Rebecca was a witch. I should have
seen it coming. She'd been lex Luthor from the start,
using my love for Superman to lure me in, using
the trust I had for my dad against me. Did
you meet her on that dating app?
Speaker 1: I asked.
Speaker 2: My dad nodded, feeling ashamed. Delete that app, then, Dad,
meet someone in the real world. Consider it done, he said.
He pulled his phone out right then and there and
opened the app. Oh, he said, with surprise, I have
a message. I rolled my eyes. She's pretty, he said,
burrowing his brow. Her name's Raven, She's thirty five, lives
in Salem, who wha, whoa, woa, I stopped my dad
right there. Delete that app Dad now.
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