What is it I ask I know she won't tell me Great Aunt Raven's odd jobs are always a mystery She looks at her pocket watch and twists the gold chain around her bony fingers Fetch your coat she says It is time to go
As we walk down the road to Windy Hollow a nasty chill bites my cheeks Great Aunt Raven walks three steps in front of me
Here we are she says stopping in front of a building I've never seen before I will return later
