The next morning, Greg woke with a jerk, his experiences the night before flooding his mind. He lunged up and began packing, determined to get out of there.
In only a few minutes Sean came in and saw Greg packing. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m leaving.”
“Why? I thought we were going to stay the whole weekend.”
Greg stopped what he was doing and looked at Sean. “After last night?”
“What about last night?”
“Hell, Sean, for starters we saw a bridge that cried like a baby, we talked to a witch, a moon, and these woods are cursed with some kind of twisted up fairytale spell that no one would believe even if we tried to tell them.”
“All right, but aren’t you a little better off knowing a little more about this damned curse you’ve got on you?”
“She didn’t tell me a fuckin’ thing I d
