CHAPTER ONE
For some reason the incident with the door really seemed to get under Seamus’s skin, but so many things did today. He practically ran to the car, and once inside he looked in the mirror and then he mumbled, “I am still here, damn it.”
By the time Seamus reached the house, dark had already begun to set in. The long dirt driveway that led from the main road to the house was beginning to fill with cars; Seamus recognized most of them from his parents’ coven. He knew that within a few hours the main road would also have cars parked on both sides of it for at least a mile as the crowd started to gather.
The farm land that Seamus’s family home sat on had been in his mother’s family since not long after the Mayflower landed. His family had changed since then. The Mayflower ancestor
