The door to the old house creaked open. Dust covered every surface. Cobwebs hung in corners and simmered in the moonlight as it filtered in through the windows. "You know," Emile whispered. "Legend has it that buried within these walls are the bones of a hundred children."

Patton shivered while Roman fumbled along the wall trying to find the light switch.

"That sounds wonderful," he mumbled, frowning when he didn't find the light switch right away. Once Roman found the switch, he flipped it and electrical light lit up the inside of the old house. He sighed and shut the front door as he glanced around the house in awed curiosity. Many objects were on display with signs beside them to tell of what they were. There were even three broomsticks hanging on a beam, supposedly the brooms belonged to the Sanderson brothers. Roman was very convinced. He slid along the counter and found a lighter stand. Raising an eyebrow, he picked one up and flicked it on. As his friends moved around cautiously. Outside the window, eyes peered in from the darkness, glowing, mysterious, and watching.

Patton moved towards the heavy black cauldron sitting in the middle of the room. He adjusted his glasses as he leaned closer to the stand sitting in front of it and took in the information on the plaque. "Apparently, this is the original cauldron, and the witches are said to have slept upstairs."

Emile moved over towards a glass case covering a thick old book. He read the information on the plaque out loud. "This is the spellbook of Logan Sanderson. 'It was given to him by the devil himself. It is bound in human skin and contains recipes for his most powerful and evil spells.’"

Patton recited from legend. He frowned. "That's mean. How could anyone be so cruel?"

Outside, two outraged sounding meows rang out, unheard by the humans inside, thick glass stopping the noise. History was cruel.

Roman's nose wrinkled and he moved away from the book. He caught a glance of an object and moved over towards it. He frowned, unsure of how the object was relevant to the Sanderson Witches. "Hey, Emile?" He asked. "What's this?"

Emile turned. "Hm?" He glanced at what Roman was pointing at. "Oh, that! That's the black flame candle."

Roman smirked with a raised eyebrow and leaned against a beam to read the sign about the candle. "Black Flame Candle. Made from the fat of a hangman," his nose wrinkled in disgust. "Ew!" He shook his head and continued reading. "Legend says it will raise the spirits of the dead when lit by a virgin on a full moon on Halloween night." He grinned, getting a devious idea. He pulled out the lighter he grabbed a few moments earlier. "So, how about we light this sucker and meet the old bastards."

"Language."

"Sorry, Patton." Roman moved to light the candle but was attacked by a black cat. He yelped and threw the cat off. The cat disappeared as Roman moved back towards the candle. The three friends were completely unaware of the disgruntled cats upset over the bad talking of their friends. Roman moved back towards the candle and flicked on his lighter.

"Roman, maybe we should go home."

The dramatic teen shook his head. "Come on, it's just a bunch of hocus pocus."

Emile and Patton shared a look but kept their mouths shut. They decided to let Roman have this. It was nice to see their friend without a frown permanently burned into his face.

Roman lit the candle and startled when the flame turned black. His eyes blew wide and stepped back. "Oh no." The fake flame lights above in the chandelier popped in quick succession. The three friends jumped as the floorboards rattled beneath them. Lime green light shone up through the spaces in between the boards. It stopped with a sudden deafening silence that settled over the three friends with a heaviness. They all stayed frozen for a moment. "What..what happened?" Roman asked cautiously, a fear-filled glance around the room confirmed they were alone.

Emile bit his lip. "Well...it seems a virgin has lit the candle." Roman flushed.

Then, all the candles in the house lit up themselves, flames flickering where light bulbs used to be. The three friends all jumped back as fire burst alive under the cauldron. Three sets of eyes widened as the sound of voices carried in from outside. Patton hid behind the counter while Emile hid behind a coat rack standing next to the door and Roman hid in the back corner of the room.

The front door burst open to reveal the darkened forms of the three Sanderson brothers. The three hidden teens' jaws dropped in sync as the three witches stepped through the door. The shortest of the three let out a breath. "We're home! Finally! See, brothers, the spell worked perfectly."

Another brother, one wearing a dress of whites and blacks, nodded. "Oh, it's probably because thou art perfect, Logan," Remy replied sarcastically. Two of the three friends hidden found their attention immediately being drawn towards two separate witches. Patton didn't think "Logan" looked mean at all, while Emile found the witch with the sunglasses interesting.

Roman watched the two witches interact but found his eyes drifting towards the third witch as he walked in. The skip of his heart was certainly not imagined. The final witch was adorned in a dress of deep, rich purples and blacks. His hair fell in front of his glowing purple eyes and Roman found himself drawn to him.

The last witch reached up to grab something behind a pillar. He pulled it down and smiled. "Yes! My lucky rat tail! Right where I left it!"  

Logan took notice of the black flame candle and frowned. "We're back, but who lit the black flame candle?" The other two witches shrugged. Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before shaking his head and moving towards his book. He tapped on the glasses and the book emitted a dark blue glow. He used his magic to float the book through the glass. "Come on, brothers, we've got work to do."

The brother in whites and blacks sniffed at the air before frowning. "Logan,"

"Remy."

"I smell children."

The hidden teens stiffened in alarm. Logan raised an eyebrow at Remy. "Sick 'em."

Remy moved around the room sniffing at the air as his two brothers followed behind. “I smell...a boy..16 ...maybe 17…"

"Oh joy, let's throw a party," the tallest witch said with a groan.

"Come out, we will not harm thee," Logan spoke as calmly as he could.

"Yeah, we love children."

"It's not like we're much older than whoever it is," the tallest muttered.

The three witches slowly moved over to the counter with silent footsteps. Logan contemplates something for a moment before slamming his hand down on the counter. Patton yelped and popped up. The three brothers jumped back in surprise, taken aback at the clothes. Patton panicked, worried for his friends and made a split decision.

"I thought thou'd never come."

The three brothers shared a glance with a raised eyebrow. Logan fixed his glasses, trying to distract himself from the particular amount of adorableness emitting from the teen in front of him. "Greetings."

"'Twas I who brought you back." Emile and Roman felt their hearts beat rapidly in their chests. Fear for their friend coursing through their veins.

"Imagine, such a…" Logan looked Patton up and down to inspect the human in front of him. "Interesting person…"

"He looks ...quirky," Remy said as he inspected Patton over lowered sunglasses. He glanced at Logan and noticed a slight flush to his brother's face and a devious idea working its way into his brain. He moved around the counter and took Patton's hand and patted it. "Tell me, handsome, what is the year?"

Patton frowned slightly, missing the dirty look Logan sent his brother. He followed Remy out from behind the counter and was pushed slightly into a chair. "Um, 2019."

"We've been gone for over 300 years?!?!" The tall witch, the one in purple and blacks, exclaimed. He was seemingly on the verge of a panic attack before his brother placed his hand on his back and rubbed soothing circles.

"Well, Virgil, time flies.." Remy started.

"When you're dead. Dead. We were dead!" Virgil barked out a laugh.

Patton glanced between the three before standing. "It's been fun, but I better get going."

"Oh, stay for supper. Meet the parents," Remy joked.

"I'm not hungry."

Remy pushes Patton back into the chair. "Oh please, stay. Logan would love to have you stay.”

Logan smacked Remy and the two engaged in a catfight before Roman bolted up to save Patton and drag them out of the house.

"Hey! Let go of my friend!"

The witches froze and turned to find the princely character brandishing his sword. They shared a look.

"Roast him."

Virgil shook his head. "No, let me, let me play with him." He snickered as Roman's face went as red as his sash. The colors matching perfectly. "Awe Princey's turning red."

Roman stomped his foot and waved the sword threateningly. Logan rolled his eyes and hit him with a jolt of energy. Roman yelped as he as thrown back against the wall and off the ground. His sword landed with a heavy thud beside him.

"Roman!" Patton screamed.

"Remy!" Emile yelled.

Remy turned. "Oh, hello handsome."

Emile knocked Remy over before he beat against Logan and Virgil with his bag. "Leave my friends alone!"

Roman dropped and hit the floor. He scrambled to pick his sword up. Then a cat leaped at Logan and attacked him. Logan yelped. "Virgil! Help!" Virgil and Remy went to pull the cat off, noticing the other cat sitting in the corner and realizing the brothers had planned something and came to a decision to play along.

Roman shoved Emile and Patton out of the house before climbing to the second floor and looking down at the brothers. The brothers raised an eyebrow as they looked up at the prince-like character. "You have messed with the great and powerful, Roman. Now you will suffer the consequences." He pulled out the lighter he grabbed earlier. "I shall summon the burning rain of death!"

The witches shared confused glances. "Burning rain of death?" Roman flipped the lighter open and lit it.

Logan's brows furrowed as he inspected the fire Roman's hands. "He makes fire in his hands, fascinating."

Roman held the flame under one of the sprinklers and suddenly the sprinklers went off. The brothers screamed and ran for cover, all too scared to notice the cool feeling of water. Roman jumped down but slipped on the wet floor. He fell back and hit his back with a groan. One of the black cats jumped up onto his chest.

"Nice going, Roman!" The cat snapped, his tail whipping with irritation.

Roman's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. "You can talk!?!?!?!??!"

"Yeah, no kidding. Grab the spellbook! Come on! Move it! Move it!"

Logan, Remy, and Virgil watched helplessly as Roman ran to the pedestal holding the book and shattered the glass before yanking the book close to his chest and running out of the house. "No! My book!" Logan screamed. Virgil and Remy held him back for fear of the unknown substance raining down from the roof.

Outside, Roman followed Patton, Emile, and the cat as they raced away from the cottage. Inside the cottage, Logan reached forward and tasted the clear liquid raining from the ceiling. He could have screamed. "It is but water!!!" He cried out. Remy and Virgil frowned and they both leaned forward and opened their mouths and sticking their tongues out to taste.

"Ooo! It's refreshing!" Remy exclaimed.

"Ahh…it is," Virgil agreed.

"He tricked us!" Logan fumed. "He stole the book! We have to get it back!" The three raced outside only to stop as they reached the black concrete road, glistening from recent rain. To the brothers, it looked like a river. When one has been dead for over 300 years, a concrete road is something that one would find unfamiliar and therefore, scary. "Tis a black river," Logan stated.

Virgil bit his lip. "Perhaps it is not too deep." He lifted his skirts to test it only to stumble forward with a scream as Logan and Remy shoved him forward. His limbs froze up as he landed and didn't sink. He glanced from side to side and then hopped up and down. "Tis firm. Tis firm as stone."

Logan cautiously stepped forward. He startled. "It's a road! Now, my book!" The three brothers hiked up their skirts and headed in the direction they saw the teens go only to stop and scream in terror as they saw a big red fire truck driving towards them. They turned tail and ran to hide, not used to the new things from the 21st century. The other cat raced over to sit by them as they waited for the firemen to leave. This was going to be a long night.