“So we should just turn the corner and we’ll be there right?” Called out Seb who was perched precariously at the edge of the cliff, scanning a map.

“No! I think it’s that way,” yelled Josh over the wailing winds.

“Come and look here, I’m telling you it’s this way!”

Josh stumbled over some boulders, half bent over by his huge rucksack. Seb lifted his hand to point to the correct path only for the map to be blown violently away by a massive gust of wind.

“Oh now look! We’re doomed,” said Jazz. “I think we should head,” she whizzed her finger around in circles. “There.”

“Well it is close to where I wanted to go,” muttered Josh.

“But what about-“ called Seb but they had already started walking. “We aren’t supposed to be near any mountains anyway.” He mumbled.

They walked into a woodland just as night began to set in.

“Guys, I think we should set up camp soon,” said Seb, hunched over by his bag even more.

“Nah, it’s cool, maybe we’ll find werewolves,” said Jazz confidentially.

“Or vampires!” Cried Josh.

“Yeah or witches!” Exclaimed Jazz.

“Well whatever,” said Seb who continued walking again. “Don’t you think it’s getting a little dark though.”

Suddenly they stopped. A group of witches stood in front of them, one was weighed down by an enormous sign which read:

‘Holidays beyond magic!’

With a photo of a dank swamp with rising green steam.

“We sell the best holidays on the market,” said the first one.

“All with accurate ratings and reviews in hot or cold places,” said the second one. “And we organise the travel.”

“Hotel? Witchago,” said the third one smiling broadly.

“Okayyyy..........,” said Jazz. “We’re not really looking for a holiday at the moment.”

“Wow this is cool!” Exclaimed Josh. “How much are they.”

“Josh, we don’t need a holiday!” hissed Jazz.

Behind them Seb stood stunned unable to move.

“We can get you anywhere,” said the first witch.

“Yeah, really anywhere,” affirmed the third one.

The second one nodded. “Would you like to browse our reviews?”

“Hmm well, we do need to get somewhere, so yes!” Said Jazz. “Take us to your coven!”

“Do you have food?” Asked Josh.

“We have worms,” said the third witch smiling up at him. “They’re really juicy.”

“Hmm, I’ve never had worms.”

They walked a few steps and entered the coven which was located in a tree which had a broken LED sign above which flashed ‘Witchago.’ It was a bit damp and smelled of rotten flesh. On one side was a desk and the other a cauldron. The third witch came with a photo book and started flipping the pages in front of Jazz silently.

“There is a place we want to go,” said Jazz.

“Where, name anywhere and we’ll take you,” cried the first witch approaching Jazz like a loose cannon ball.

“To the finish of our walk. We were supposed to get there an hour ago and we might fail if we don’t arrive sharpish.”

“Velma! Get the old hikers boots and Friojk get the maps,”shouted the first witch.

“We used the boots the other day, Helga!” Said Velma worried.

“Well use of one of theirs!”

They poured some things into the cauldron added maps, Josh’s shoes and a strand of Jazz’s hair.

“Hold onto the side of the pot and say the magic words!” said Helga.

“Oh we should mention this does come at a price,” said Friojk.

“Oh what?”

“Leave a five start reviewwwww!” they cried simultaneously as the hikers were transported to the finish line.

“Finally! You made it back,” said their supervisor. “What happened to you, Josh where are your shoes and... why are you all black. Did you meet some witches or something?”

The trio chuckled.