The Unseen Hand: Witchcraft and Mystery Across Borders

Previously

…Young Timmy, who had once delivered their newspaper with a bright grin, now left it on the porch, his face pale, mumbling about the house “looking angry.” Whispers began to circulate in the small town – hushed tales of the house on the bluff, of strange lights seen in its windows when no one was home, of a chilling silence that permeated the very air around it. They spoke of a presence that clung to the very foundations of the Tudor, a darkness that predated their arrival and seemed to resent their intrusion. The sanctuary they had sought was becoming a cage, and Kadja felt the familiar tightening in her chest, the premonition of a battle yet to be fought.