Sneak peek at Ms. Mulligan and the Council of Butterflies

When I woke up in the sister's cabin, on that last day, it felt like wet tingling fleas were jumping all over my face. I was too terrified to pay much attention to the bruised back of my head, where I'd been hit and everything had gone black on the hiking trail. But in all my scary dreams of the Black and White Sisters . . . in all the menacing diary entries that pointed to their guilt in my mother's death . . . in all my premonitions and visions of seeing my long, lost fathe

So this entry from my mom's old diary kinda freaked me out. Won't lie. I was just learning about the creepy sisters, Mary and Meredith, who the kids all called the Black and White Sisters because one had hair as white as snow and the other had hair as black as a raven's wing. I got my chance to meet these girls - well, now they're old cronies - when they kidnapped me and tried to use my blood to restore their own youth and beauty. Scary with a capital SCARE. But thanks to my

The boiling cauldron poured off rancid smoke. The smell didn’t bother Mary much, but Meredith always waited outside during this process. She’d never gotten used to the odor of rotten eggs. “Sister, what do you see?” Meredith called through the open front door, a wisp of coal-black hair sticking to her shriveled lip. Inside the cabin, Mary stirred a vat of molten silver liquid. She thought it looked pretty, like a pot of melted rings and bracelets. “Nothing yet, Sister,” Mary

So, last night I woke up in a cold sweat. It's been a long time since I've seen them, but they are still there . . . one with hair as white as snow, the other with hair as black as coal. The Black and White Sisters chase me in my dreams. The dream is always the same. I'm in a hospital or clinic. A nurse in a white uniform sits beside me and rubs my forearm. Her face is blurry. A second nurse comes in and is also fuzzy. Except one thing. Under her nurse’s cap I can see a thick

Dear Diary, I am sixteen today. All our gang got together for my birthday party. It was so much fun. Meredith and Mary are only twelve but they are so mature for their age. Everyone says they are witches because they live in a cabin in the woods with that strange Baxter fellow, but I don’t believe that. Baxter is the groundskeeper on the Mulligan estate. I heard someone left those little baby girls on his doorstep one day and he’s cared for them ever since. Can you imagine? P