Good evening all!
You lean your head on the window of the passenger side of your dad’s van and sigh. It’s been a long car ride from Florida to Wisconsin, and it’s gotten colder and more terrible each hour of the trip. Snowflakes are falling faster and faster, and then you see the sign: Time Travel Inn.
“We’re here!” announces Dad as he parks. You’ve finally reached your missing grandmother’s motel in Wisconsin.
Bridget turns to look at you. Her eyes are full of mischief as she leans forwards. You feel as though your feet are wedged in blocks of ice. You look down to check whether they actually are – you never know with witches- but it’s not magic that grips you. It’s fear.
“There’s more to this one than meets the eye,” she says, peering at you. “This one has unexpected power.”