She closed her door, faced Aaron in the driveway, and saw a ball with limbs...

“Are you a malevolent witch?”...

Ms. Mabon lit a Samhain candle...

“Welcome to Macbeth’s..."

I go to the apple tree where the bishop hung the witch...

The witches began to fly, brooms laden with heavy saddlebags...

“Now you’re a swan!” the witch laughs. “The princess will never—”...

To know their order is to fly on dreams in the night...

Reanimated dead fling themselves in a frenzy...