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Midnight Oil [MultiFormat]
eBook by Lisa Silverthorne
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description:  Mistaken identities, misplaced sympathies and witches on the eve of Beltane.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 100 Wicked Little Witch Stories, ed. Stefan Dziemianowicz, Robert Weinberg and Martin H. Greenberg, 1995
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [37 KB], eReader (PDB) [19 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [5 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [5 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [60 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [75 KB], hiebook (KML) [43 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [32 KB], iSilo (PDB) [4 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [5 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [33 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [11 KB]
Words: 1308
Reading time: 3-5 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Her spirit lamp burned in the grass beside the jack-o-lantern. Pumpkin orange flames dancing in the cold winter's night as she waited on the edge of the circle. They would come tonight as they did every eve of Beltane. Flames licking their smoky heels. Bass voices moaning above the clacking of dead leaves. Smoke charring the air. Dust rising. This time, their midnight gathering would end differently. The Witches of Beltane would come to reclaim those burned centuries before, luring out a victim to trade. Circles in the grass marked their point of combat. Their victim was her next door neighbor. They had filled his head with lies and now she waited, turning the spirit lamp down low. Finally, she knew their weakness.
* * * * At 11:45 pm, Jake Quillen awoke to screaming on his front lawn. Groggy, he crawled out of bed, throwing on his robe as he staggered down the stairs. A young teenager huddled on his stoop, stringy blond hair draped across powdery, tear-stained cheeks. Blood streaked her pink flannel nightshirt, drying like watercolors on her palms. She clutched his arm, grinding the terry-cloth against his skin until it burned."You've got to stop her," the teenager shouted. Jake frowned. "Kerri, is this some sort of Halloween prank? Halloween isn't until tomorrow night and this kind of thing isn't funny."
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