Isabella sat in the park at night, the chilly air phasing nothing but the tip of her nose. She was on one of the swings, not swinging, just sitting, listening to the lack of sound around her. All she oculd hear was the creaking of the swing as she gently moved forward and back the slightest bit, her feet never leaving the ground. Creak...Creak...Creak...Somewhere, a bird called, but it was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Isabella shivered, getting a bad feeling. She pressed her knees together, biting her lip. She should really have gone home when supposed to, before the sun had set. Now she wasn't sure she wanted to make the trip home alone in the dark. Not that her parents would really notice if she wasn't home. Then again, ever since the murder they had been on edge, just like everyone else in the town.

She froze when she heard the sound of leaves crunching. She shrank, trying to look smaller. Taking a deep breath, she tried to convince herself she had imagined it. It almost worked until she heard it again, this time closer. Resisting the urge to stay glued to the swing, or even to run, Isabella stood firmly on her feet, ignoring the way her knees wobbled, and walked towards the sound, curious to find out what it was.

Sam walked through the park, shivering under her light jacket. The wind blew her long brown hair around her face, and Samantha stopped for a moment to tuck the stray strands behind her ear. She glanced up and smiled as she noticed a half-moon, partially hidden by clouds. Sam loved the night, though it was far more creepier than the day... Still, she felt safe here, in the deserted park, at night, faithful that though she wasn't the best witch out there, she could certainly stop some stupid criminal if they decided to sneak up on her or something. Then again, there was never any crime here in the peaceful town of Ressington... or rather, there hadn't been until that nasty murder that half the townspeople had already forgotten.

Sam stopped suddenly as her foot made contact with something long and thin. She looked down and by the light of the newly revealed moon, saw a long thin brown stick. Samantha nudged it aside with her foot and with it, a pile of crunchy leaves. She grinned. She loved autumn, especially the crunchy leaves that accumulated from the trees. Sam began slowly stepping on them, enjoying the crisp sound that corresponded with the crist, biting wind. Samantha stopped for a moment and leaned down to pull a leaf from out of her flip-flop. Yes, even though it was quite cold, the girl still persisted in wearing flip-flops.

Suddenly, she tensed and her breath hitched in her throat. What was that sound? Sam swiftly stood straight and turned around. She'd heard a sound and it had most definitely not been her... Sam's courage deserted her. She cleared her suddenly dry throat. "Wh-Who's there?" Sam called out, willing her voice not to crack in fear.