Autumn

“Get hold of her!” A shriek reached my ears and I was suddenly aware of my surroundings.

My eyes widened with shock and fear as I stared ahead at the altar. There were five witches there, dressed weirdly and they were looking right at me.

“No!” I muttered and turned around to run away but I couldn't. I seemed to have frozen.

“Get her!” one of them screamed again.

I tried again, to move my legs but it suddenly looked like they were being controlled by someone, perhaps by the witches still staring at me. It's the only reason to explain why I desperately want to escape, yet I...