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When I arrived and spoke with the Witches Coven leader, Delphine Lune, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes watching me from every direction. I had heard of the Witches Coven prior to this meeting, but I did not realize until that moment how bad a situation would need to be for them to be called. I thanked Ms Lune for her work before travelling closer to the town. She had briefly mentioned the worst of hauntings were in the vampire crypt we were standing next to, and her tone let me know to get as far away as possible.
While I had passed a few Riddleyard residents on my way to the road, I stopped in my tracks when a group of Coven members rushed past me, heading straight to the Ryddle Manor. A few spared me a glance, but it seemed I wasn’t even worth the time to acknowledge. The group was carrying messy stacks of paper and the witch at the head of their group was talking so swiftly that I couldn’t understand a single word.
I quickened my pace and worked my way along the street, determined to get away from both the vampire crypt and the manor now. I had heard before I arrived that the locals had set up a pumpkin patch, and I was determined to find someplace pleasant. My hope was short-lived when I saw ghosts swooping through the air above the patch. A little further in, I saw what seemed to be an enchanted scarecrow surrounded by Coven members.
At this point, I was hoping to get a chance to interview a few magicalfolk who actually belonged in Riddleyard. Unfortunately, as I began to approach the houses, I could only spot a handful of residents outside. They all looked absolutely miserable, though I couldn’t blame them. The further I went, the more that it seemed like I was walking through a ghost town, pun not intended. Worst of all, anyone I passed along my journey pointedly ignored eye contact, so my chances for an interview were stolen from me.
In their defence, they had attempted to decorate for the season. I spotted some jack-o-lanterns scattered along the sidewalks, and a few houses had bowls of candy out for trick-or-treating (though they hardly looked touched at all). I can appreciate the effort, but I have a feeling it will all be for nought.
The only house that seemed like it wasn’t practically boarded up from society was one of the homes located on the bend. This wasn’t someone doing their best to improve the mood, but instead it was an older man who was constantly muttering to himself as he picked through his garden. On iron stakes, there were two cameras that seemed to be whizzing back and forth in a desperate attempt to catch something. What, though, I did not bother asking. I’d had enough of what a haunted Riddleyard had to offer.
After just a short visit, I must urge readers to avoid Riddleyard at all costs. Though I knew better than to investigate, anyone would be able to tell the danger that has swamped this town. I know a large portion of the wizarding Britain population will be more than willing to lend a hand, but please heed my warning: this is not a job for any ordinary wizard. The members of the Witches Coven have gone through intense training to be qualified to handle this situation. For those who think they can withstand these requirements… Good luck.
