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Chapter Three
John stumbled to his feet, still gasping for breath. The old woman grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice trembling with fear.

"I'm a witch," she replied, her eyes flashing with an intensity that made John feel like he was in the presence of something ancient and powerful. "And I'm here to help you."

They ran through the house, the old woman leading the way. John could hear the door that had tried to lure him in creaking and groaning behind them, like some kind of beast that was slowly awakening from its slumber.

They burst through the back door and into the yard, where a car was waiting for them. The old woman pushed him inside and got in the driver's seat.

"Where are we going?" John asked, as the car sped away from the house.

"We're going to my coven," she said. "They'll know what to do."

John tried to relax as they drove through the winding roads of the countryside, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being followed. He kept looking back, half-expecting to see the door chasing them.

After what felt like hours, they finally arrived at a small cottage in the woods. The old woman led him inside, where a group of women were gathered around a cauldron.

"Welcome, John," one of them said, as they approached. "We've been expecting you."

"How did you know my name?" John asked, feeling more and more like he was in the middle of a nightmare.

"We've been watching you," the woman said. "We know about the door."

The old woman stepped forward, holding out the glowing amulet. "This is your protection," she said. "Keep it close to you at all times, and the door will not be able to harm you."

John took the amulet and felt a surge of warmth flow through his body. He knew that he had to trust these women, that they were his only hope of escaping the evil that had taken hold of his house.

But even as he tried to relax, he knew that the door was still out there, waiting for him to let down his guard. And he knew that, no matter what, he could never go back to that house again.


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