Janet went to stand amongst the Hendrix family with her husband by her side. Pairs of eyes fell on her when she said, "Dark sisters, please begin."
"Begin what?" some of her relatives thought out loud, but in whispers. Unsettling feelings churned their stomachs as they watched the six women dressed in red approach the wooden coffin.
The night suddenly became colder, causing them to pull on their coats and huddle closer together. Shivers climbed their spines and goosebumps lined their skin from the nipping chill, but what caused the discomfort they were feeling at the pits of their stomachs?
A gentle wind passed through the air, shaking the dried twigs of the white oak trees, causing low creaks to resound through the tension-filled silence. Black ravens came, noisily flapping their wings as they perched nearby on headstones and tree limbs.
