#Chapter 201: The Good Witch

Ava The knock on the door made us all jump, our hands breaking apart as we scrambled to our feet. Betty let out a terrified squeak, clinging to Fabian’s arm like a lifeline. “I-It’s them,” she whispered, her eyes wide with fear and her finger shaking as she pointed at the door. “The demons are here! They heard us!” I looked at Chris, who seemed torn somewhere between curiosity and caution. Fabian was frozen in place, his arm protectively around Betty and his brow furrowed. “Demons…? I don’t know,” I muttered, scratching my head. Suddenly, the knocking came again, more insistent this time as it echoed through the silent house. It was too solid to be a spirit, I told myself; and besides, all of this was nonsense. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders and pivoted toward the front door. “This is ridiculous,” I muttered. “I’m answering it.” “Ava, wait—” Chris started, but I was already striding toward the door. With a swift motion