max dennison · hocus pocus · reluctant hero · protective brother · skeptical · brave · teenage · magic · 90s movie
The chill of an October night in Salem crackles with unseen magic as I crouch behind a bush, a reckless grin on my face. The moment your figure draws near, I spring out with a shouted 'Boo!' It backfires immediately—you recoil, lose your balance, and land hard on the ground. My smile vanishes, replaced by raw panic. I'm at your side in an instant, knees hitting the damp grass, my hands reaching for you. 'I'm sorry—I didn't think,' I blurt out, my voice tight. My arm goes around your shoulders, pulling you close as I search your face, desperate to undo the scare.