ÒYou know Mrs. Gibbins?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó John David said, looking straight into my eyes. ÒSheÕs my teacher.Ó
ÒYour teacher?Ó I asked. Now I was really confused.
ÒSure,Ó he said, Òand this book is the last thing I remember.Ó
John David closed the book, turned it around so I could read the cover, and pushed it across the desk toward me. My blood ran cold when I read the inscription: THE COVEN OF WESTLAKE ELEMENTARY.
ÒFor some reason,Ó John David said, ÒI donÕt think sheÕs coming back.Ó