Dear darling Iris is looking for her cat Trixie. She goes back out into the decadent garden when she realizes her delightful debonair feline companion didn’t follow her into the house. Death darkens around her and demons dance to deceive. In the distance the dappling leaves are derisive to her ears as the deadly feeling crowds her. Disaster strikes and danger is near.
Excerpt from the story, Bewitched.
Iris froze. Slowly standing up, she turned on her phone to illuminate the area. She blinked and tried to focus on the two legs protruding from under her red Rugosa roses. A wave of fear crashed into her, the pounding of her heart accelerated as the surreal feeling overpowered.
She took a deep breath then bent down to get a closer look. Iris reached out to touch a hand and the icy wetness terrified her. A slight breeze brushed through the roses, the smell of death hit her hard. Her world was spinning out of control and there was nothing she could do to stop it.