Carson Witch Project
Sean and Scout hitchhiked to Carson to find their missing friends. Dusk was upon them, the sun kissing the horizon. It was then that they stumbled upon Bella’s wrecked truck by the side of the road. As they approached the scene of the accident their ride peeled off into the dying light.
The bumper of Bella’s truck hugged the ancient tree that halted its tracks. It was eerily quiet. There were no signs of life in the truck or the woods surrounding it. Even the critters were strangely silent. They looked around to see what has become of their friends but the crumpled truck kept its secret. They started to head back to the road but darkness has won over the light. The deadening silence told them that there wasn’t a vehicle within miles up or down the road.
Suddenly, Sean saw a flickering light not far away. The two young men looked at each other and wordlessly agreed that that was their only option. Slowly they trekked the parched earth covered with a blanket of dried leaves. Silence pressed on them like a tangible wall broken only by the crackling of leaves they trampled underfoot. As they got closer to the light ghostly whispers wafted towards them. They realized it was coming from a decrepit old cabin. Before Scout could take another step closer he felt Sean’s censuring arm on his chest.
“I’m not so sure about this,” Sean said in a low voice.
“They could be in there,” Scout pushed but Sean kept his stance.
“I’ve heard stories about this woods,” he said then shivered in remembrance, “Kids like us, getting lost for days. Some don’t come back but those who do, they came back with stories.”
“Campfire stories,” Scout remarked skeptically.
“They said there was a witch. She took them two by two. While she was torturing one she made the other watch.”
“Torture?”
“She makes them do things, unimaginable things, horrible things. Things a grown man would only do for fear of his life.”
Scout could feel the truth in Sean’s voice. Whatever had him and the rest of the town scared, right now, here in the neck of the woods, seemed all too real.
“Bella and Will,” Scout pushed forward.
“I’m just saying, let’s be careful,” Sean said letting him go.
They crept forward to the walls of the dilapidated cabin. The ghostly whispers ceased throwing everything back into eerie stillness. Armed with nothing but their fading courage they stole silently towards the door. Sean grabbed Scout’s arm before he could reach the door handle.
“Anything that’s not them, we run for it,” Sean whispered.
Scout nodded in agreement and slowly reached for the handle. The door creaked on its hinges. The inside was as much run down as the outside, maybe even more so. Then they saw their friends, just standing there in the middle of the room, their profiles washed in the eerie glow of the fire in the crumbling fireplace. Like the old campfire stories said, they were watching. One of them doing something unimaginable, something a grown man would only do for fear of his life.


“What’s Jake doing in a dress?”

In Winning, Scout said that Paige was confused. In her last scene in Cinderbella, they were still dancing at the cotillion but Scout had that far away look in his eyes. Maybe they talked about what Paige walked in on at the balcony. Scout probably said they weren't anything but still had that lost puppy look in his eyes. That maybe why Paige is confused.

That and Scout is just nice. Ryder is badass and Hamilton has a very interesting taste. So it's true, nice guys finish last.

Teri, don't be so lazy!

If the series went on, I won't be surprised if they'd have the senator embroiled in some kind of scandal that would seriously affect Scout's impression of his father. It may even totally turn him against "the family business" (i.e. politics).