'Tempest'

The morning after the Raybury Family Farm’s 1981 Halloween party, the annual bonfire was nothing but ash and smoke - except for the doll. Tempest sat upright in the cinders, her cracked pale face smiling through the soot, clutching a tiny broom and cauldron as if she’d never left the flames. No one remembered bringing her, and no one could explain how the doll remained unscathed after the roaring fire had devoured every scrap of wood it was fed...