“What? Witch?” He gasped out in shock as he found himself suddenly stuck to the chair he was sitting on. He felt his strength failing him as he looked at his father and Conan.
He forced out a smile before chuckling. “Come on, dad. Are you trying to make fun of me now?? Do you still see me as a little boy who went to bed right after your midnight stories? Come on, dad.” He chuckled as he raised his eyebrows.
“Making fun of you?” Conan interrupted as he looked at Timothy who turned to look at him. His light laughter quickly faded away as he saw the seriousness on Conan’s face but then, he still couldn’t bring himself into believing the stories of witches and the famous fictional series on werewolves and shapeshifters.
Conan got up from the chair he was seated on as he pulled up his slee
