Tossing all night long, I barely getting any sleep aside from being jolted awake by the creaks and groans in my house.

I keep thinking it’s that demon coming to get me. With an axe raised over my head, ready to swing down to cut my head clean off my body. Or some kind of pike, stringing me up onto it in order to show off how stupid a witch like me could be to keep a General of Hell imprisoned in my house.

Nightmares flash behind my eyes. All I ...