The Witches Of Denmark

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Author: Aiden James
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down Chaffin’s Bend. A fairly nice bungalow to the left enjoyed a great view of the grand house. And, as the Escalade continued to creep along, I figured this must be our new house… or was it the bigger four-square next to it? Both needed a little work, but our old cape cod was in worse shape when we purchased it. Either house would fit “The Code”, as defined by our extended family, albeit cars and trucks were parked on the street in front of each one.
    But Dad kept driving, and my heart sank as the next houses needed serious work. One was leaning and looked like a solid gust would blow it over.
    Please dear God, don’t let it be….
    I began to scheme about getting the hell out of Denmark by the next morning, sans my sis and parents if necessary. But then Dad pulled into the long gravel drive that led up to the grand old house my sister and I had embarrassingly fawned over. I figured he’d find a place to turn around and exit the property. Until we moved past the barn and I saw the blue semi. We didn’t stop until we were parked next to it, near the rear of the house.
    “Mom? Dad? … Does this mean what I think it does?” asked Alisia, her voice hushed.
    “Hmmm,” Dad replied, smugly. “If by that, you’re asking ‘will we be living here?’, the answer is… yes.”
    My sister squealed in delight, and reached into the front seat to hug our parents… while I looked on in horror. No, check that. I was absolutely mortified.
    So much for being ‘deep in the sticks’, and laying low.
    “What about The Code?!” I practically yelled, causing my sister to jump in surprise, while my parents regarded me as if I had sprouted a third eye in my forehead. “A place like this has got to cost a million bucks or more, and we’re not supposed to spend that kind of money! We’re gonna be in serious trouble! …Right?”
    “Wrong,” said Dad, compassionately. Though this had to be a sweet moment for him, as he made no effort to diminish the smirk he wore. “We won’t be hearing from the Elders in Europe, if that’s what you’re worried about, son. In fact, they already know about this place. And, because Denmark unfortunately is in an economically depressed area, we paid half of what our previous house cost fifteen years ago.”
    “Are you shitting me?”
    “Watch your tone and word choice, Bas…. But, yes, I am being completely honest with you.” He looked at Mom before continuing. She gave him an approving nod before offering a forgiving smile to me. “We couldn’t have bought a two bedroom bungalow anywhere in Chicago for what this place cost.”
    “So, you own it?”
    “Yes… we own it.”
    It would take time for that notion to settle in, as I still felt homeless in my heart. One can’t just shift gears and forget an investment of time and memories—and I had quite a few from both our old house and Wheaton itself, as well as the rest of Chicago. But for now I could pretend to be a guest in this grand old house. Being the proud owners of a frigging, Cat-Daddy, plantation house was pretty damned cool. Just wished it was in upstate Illinois.
    Maybe the idea of residing in a quaint southern town would grow on me. Hell, at least it was far away from our enemies—the family determined to wipe us clean from the face of the earth. Maybe they’d never find us here….
    We exited the SUV to climb a flight of wooden steps to the immense back porch that encircled much of the house. Alisia was the last one to join us, and had purposely left her car door open, grinning wickedly as she wiggled her right forefinger behind her to close it.
    “Not here… remember?”
    Mom’s elation faded slightly from her hissed admonishment. The Escalade’s door was already closing, but my sister lowered her hand and it stopped. She walked back down the steps to the vehicle and closed the door like normal people would do. As people are wont to do anywhere else in America… north or south.
    People blissfully ignorant of

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