Kevin unpacked another box while the oven preheated. Several distant thuds reminded him that his children were awake.
The death of their mother had necessitated a move, and his kids were struggling. The recent disappearance of a local child complicated matters.
Both children were in one bed.
“There’s a witch under the bed!” the youngest shouted.
“Who said that?” Kevin asked.
“Kids at school!” the oldest chirped. “A witch that eats children!”
“No more,” Kevin said coolly. “Go to sleep.”
Fatigued and alone, Kevin turned off the oven and checked the pantry lock. He would go to bed hungry again.