The Witch Tale -- Part 3

And now Part 3 of The Witch Tale...  It's like being on an old radio show... only on-line!

The Witch Tale -- Part 3

"Dinnng donng."  Mike raced to the front door and quickly opened it.  The light illuminated the front porch.  The grandfather clock started to strike eleven. The streetlights glowed.

"Joellen..." said Mike sadly. 

"Hello to you, too...," said Joellen sarcastically.

"Sorry, I was hoping it was..."  Tears began to well in his eyes.   Joellen stepped in and gave him a hug. 

Hannah had gone missing the day before.   The police, his parents, and several neighbors were out combing the neighborhood and surrounding areas.  It was one of their worst nightmares.  Mike stayed home in case she showed up or called. 

Mike and Joellen sat down in the living room.   "Dinnng donng."  Mike jumped up once again and ran to the door.

"Hey," said Seth.  "Any word?"   Mike shook his head and began to well up again.  Seth gave him a passionate hug before sitting down in the living room.

"Hey Joellen."

"Hey Seth."

"Dinng donng."   Mike once again jumped up.  When he opened the door, the porch was dark.  The metal light fixture swung back and forth despite the lack of wind.   He noticed a strange odor.

"Hello?" said Mike as he gazed in the darkness and wrinkled his nose.  There was no answer. 

"Who is it?" said Seth from the living room.   He and Joellen came into the hall.

Just as Mike stepped out, the porch light slowly glowed back to its original brightness.

"Hannah!" yelled Mike.  Hannah laid unconscious on the front porch.  All three bent down next to her.  

"Yuck!" said Joellen.  "What's that smell?"

Seth held her wrist.  "She's alive."

"Let's get her inside," said Mike.  "Joellen, call an ambulance."

Mike and Seth carried her into the hall.   Hannah moved a little.  She was alive.