It was Saskia that told me to do it.
Dared me, even.
To go to the witch house.
There were four of us that night. Saskia, Holly, Jess and I, at our spot on the edge of the woods, trading draws of a cigarette Jess had sneaked from her mum's bag. We were giddy in the way that only twelve year old girls can be and that had bubbled, naturally, into a game of dares. It was the most fun we'd had since the start of summer and we were all feeling a little scandalous and grown up from the cigarette. Trust Saskia to ruin a perfectly good evening.
"She won't go, I bet you - she'd...