I think those three girls that moved into 3B are a coven. Well, part of one anyhow. I know, I always think everybody’s a witch, but this time I’m really sure.
People are always knocking on their door after eleven at night and then leaving before one in the morning. There’s always chanting. Sometimes I’ll hear a rumbling, or the sound of a hurricane even if it’s calm outside. And the smells…
I would say something to the super, but he’s not the most discrete guy in the world, and I don’t really want to get turned into a newt.
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