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Three large
stones about four feet in height stood around the platform and each of the
women moved to take their place by a separate stone. Allison remained standing
in the center of the triangle-like arrangement while Shannon continued aiming
the pistol at her.
At the
platform by Allison's feet lay a large, flat, rectangular slab of stone
protruding slightly above the rock. Although it wasn't high, it appeared
coffin-shaped, which did not bode well for her regardless of the sister's
assurances she was not meant to die.
"What
is this?"
"Our
altar, sweetie," Melanie said. "You're our sacrifice."
Despite the
warm air, a chill swept across Allison's skin. "I thought you weren't
going to kill me."
"You
won't die. Not yet. We're sending you through a portal into another dimension
where we'll feed on your energy while you're alive. We're witches, sweetie.
Immortal witches, as long as we feed on souls to sustain us."
"Funny,"
Allison grunted. "Do you regale all of your victims with fairy
tales?"
Again,
Shannon laughed. "It's just too much fun to see the look on your
faces!"
"Enough,"
Morena reprimanded in a sharp tone. "Either we send her or let her go.
Let's be done with it."
"Oh, we
can't let her go." Shannon giggled, tucking a few strands of black hair
behind her ear. "Although, it's been a joy to watch her panic."
"She's
not simpering or wailing like some of them, though," Melanie added,
glancing at her sister. "Maybe we should shoot her, anyway."
Their
bantering sounded too bizarre for Allison to decipher between truth and
fiction. They simply concocted nonsense to scare her witless.
Witches?
Immortal? A portal into another dimension?
Maybe she was dreaming?
