This is getting too weird for me, Shawna thought. As soon as this
witch act is over, I'm outta here—ride or no ride!
Attention focused on Ms. Carmona
again as she began her incantations. The weird sounds and lewd gyrations turned
Shawna's blood cold. "Prince of darkness, hosts from hell, accept our
gift, empower our spell." Others joined in, and the pitch and volume rose.
Shawna cringed as the chant neared a crescendo. Then she saw the
"gift." From the shadows behind Ms. Carmona, another one of the adult
chaperones produced a squirming black kitten, eyes ablaze with fear. In one
continuous motion, Ms. Carmona grabbed the kitten and thrust the terrified
animal into the air with both hands, then plunged it into the tub of water and
held it there.
"No!" Shawna screamed,
frantically throwing herself at the coffee table, sending tub, water, and
candles flying. Somehow the soggy, sputtering kitten was in her arms. Shawna
stumbled through the dark chaos to the door, burst outside into the rain, and
ran. Unable to distinguish deliverance from danger, the kitten howled and
clawed at her. But Shawna held on and kept running, her tears mixing with the
rain that poured down her face.
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