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...