The Witch Door
December, 1995
It was a pounding on a door, a furious, frantic, insistent pounding, born of hysteria and fear and a great desire to be heard, to be freed, to be let loose, to escape. It was a wrenching at hidden paneling, it was a hollow knocking, a rapping, a testing, a clawing. It was a scratching at hollow b oards, a ripping at bedded nails. It was a muffled shouting, demanding, a call to be noticed, followed by silence.The silence was the most empty and terrible of all.Robert and Martha Webb sat up in thei...
