The Witching Hour: #Story (Poem)
The Witching Hour by Susan Cooper
There’s a chill in the air. The wind blows gently. The leaves rustle and move. The night is dark and the moon is full. It’s the Witching Hour…
The Witching Hour by Susan Cooper
There’s a chill in the air. The wind blows gently. The leaves rustle and move. The night is dark and the moon is full. It’s the Witching Hour…