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The lamp clicked on, tearing through the shadows of the backyard. There, writhing in the sand, was the misshapen form of something that should not exist.
A creature out of the worst nightmares, with gnarled limbs and bloodshot eyes.
The witch howled with a mixture of fury and agony as the light caught her, unable to return to the darkness from whence she had emerged. My sister was still in a trance, her blank eyes rolling back.
I lunged at her, wrenching her from the entity's grip. At that moment, my cousin burst in, his face disfigured by shock. Before he could react, I shoved him away.
I ran into the house with my sister in my arms, turning off all the lights in my path. The darkness swallowed us, protecting us from the horror that had tried to claim her.
Outside, the witch's screams mingled with my cousin's desperate cries for help. But I would not look back. Never again.
As I sped down the road, the city lights illuminated my sister's pale, unconscious face.
I had rescued her, but not for long. For I knew that demonic thing would not rest until it took back what belonged to it.