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<\/p>\nA crunch.<\/p>\n
Jules definitely heard a crunch.<\/p>\n
The air was chilled, and it moved, whooshing around and around. Had she left the ceiling fan on last night? Had Dave switched it on?<\/p>\n
She rolled over to drape her arm around him, but instead of his warm body her hand touched a shard of bark, rough and crackling.<\/p>\n
\u201cDave?\u201d she murmured, rubbing open her eyes. \u201cDave!\u201d she screamed. She wasn\u2019t in their bed at home at all\u2026<\/p>\n
Branches clacked above her as a cool wind swirled then groaned through tall bare trees, carrying with it the dank scent of rotting leaves. A pale lemon sunrise gleamed on patches of snow. Her fingers were numb and grainy from the hard earth beneath her. Twigs and leaves gripped onto her clothes like they didn\u2019t want her to rise from the forest floor.<\/p>\n
Given the empty shadows between the trees, Jules wasn\u2019t sure if she wanted to get up either \u2013 somewhere among them, someone was shovelling dirt with a spade, cackling with too much venom for comfort. Jules shuddered, remembering the joke she\u2019d made before bedtime, about Halloween not being real, about witches not being real\u2026<\/p>\n
Her mouth went dry. The log she thought lay beside her was clearly a broomstick.<\/p>\n
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