Who Cares About a Little Hocus Pocus?
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
“Come on!” Wisteria tugged on her sister’s hand as she tried to drag her along in the dark. “You’re worse than a snail, Lily.”
Lily almost stumbled over her own feet, the blindfold blocking out any hint of sight. “Why are we going out at midnight? Mother said nothing good happens after midnight.”