Witchy and the Stack

By Zeb Rafferty

When Charli first sees the Stack, a large tower poking out of the sea, she wonders what it is. Little does she realize that someone is watching her and that she will end up kidnapped, a prisoner in the Stack. But who has taken her and why?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zeb Rafferty
• Release date: Mar 12, 2011
• ISBN: 9780473185329

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WITCHY IN THE STACK

By

Zeb Rafferty

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Witchy in the Stack

Copyright © 2011 by Zeb Rafferty

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WITCHY IN THE STACK

Chapter 1

What’s that Dad? asked Charli.

That, said Dad is the Stack. He jerked his head in the direction of the huge, rusting, steel pipe which jutted out of the ocean, far from the shore.

What’s it for?

Well Charli, some people say it’s for the waste water.

Charli crossed her eyes and raised her eyebrows. Huh?

Well you know how all the water from our house goes down the sink? said her father.

Like poo and wee as well, giggled Charli.

Yeah, said Dad, "the toilet too. Well, it’s taken away to a lake where it stays for a year and slowly it gets turned into clean water. Now, they’re building a huge tunnel, deep under the ground to bring it back here to the beach and then send it far, far out to sea. The Stack is right at the end. It’s a shaft that goes deep down under the water to the tunnel.

OK. I get the part about the tunnel but why do they need the Stack? said Charli.

Dad scratched his chin. Well, I haven’t really thought about it but I guess it’s for the workmen so they can get down to work on that last part of the tunnel. But you know what? He looked at Charli, his blue eyes twinkling.

Charli shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

I think we’d better go take a look, he said.

Ten minutes later they were paddling out through the choppy blue waves in their yellow kayak.

First the wharf, then the point, then over to the stack, sang Dad.

Charli leaned her head back against her father’s chest and watched as gradually the wharf came closer and closer.

On warm sunny days at high tide, large groups of high school kids would gather there to jump off; cheering for whichever boy or girl could do the wildest flip or make the biggest splash. Older fishermen spent their days casting their lines in graceful arcs through