The Three Witches and The Master

I haven’t got a clue why his bones disintegrated, but look at the bright side,” laughed Adam. “We won’t have to dispose of the body. I’ll get a pan and brush in a minute and flush him down the toilet.

You can’t escape me, I’m coming for you soon,” shrieked his hellish voice. Whether the beast was a man in a mask or a demon of his imagination, made little difference to Adam, He was petrified.

He desperately tried to think of a story to explain his involvement in her sudden appearance, without mentioning the book of magic in his possession.

Where’s my uncle?” she asked. “I don’t know who your uncle is, but if it as the guy who owned this place before I bought it, then he’s pushing up daisies.” “But it can’t be, he’s still young.

You shall address me as ‘My Dearest’,’ he repeated in a mocking voice, trying to copy her tone. ‘You will forget all about this conversation when you leave this room.’ It was interesting that tone; it had a sort of hypnotising ring to it.