You felt like sighing. While mom had always told you to stay away from Samantha Forester, the owner of Forester Antiques, you didn't see any reason for Tim's comments. Even though you had heard several kids, whom you didn't think were overly reliable, mentioning weird and unusual things. "Timothy...." you warned.
"I'm serious. She is a wicked old witch and she's out to get me" Tim protested.
"Maybe the reason the 'witch' is out to get you is that you're always taunting" Harry said, as he jumped in the argument.
Tim tried to pull away the second you grabbed his hand. "Please. I'm begging you, John. Don't take me into that store" Tim pleaded, in a voice so desperate sounding, it made you hesitate.
"Something must had happened for him to react like that" you said to Harry,
"He is afraid of Samantha" Harry said as the antique shop came into view.
"Yeah. Look at him. He looks like we're taking him to his executioner" you said as you looked at your cousin's face.
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