Draven Doogle is a typical kid starting third grade. That is, typical until a new neighbor and a worldwide pandemic change everything. From his bedroom window Draven witnesses an unsettling event across the street at Mrs. McBecky’s house. A girl walks into the house with Mrs. McBecky, but only an Octopus Monster walks out making Draven very suspicious.
Draven’s world is turned even further upside down when he learns that Mrs. McBecky is a new teacher at his school! He spends the school year trying to avoid Mrs. McBecky while still observing her terrible actions. Then even more horrific, the coronavirus causes a worldwide pandemic, the closing of Draven’s school, and even stranger activity at Mrs. McBecky’s house. When Draven’s dad becomes sick with the coronavirus, Draven must find the courage to sneak onto Mrs. McBecky’s porch to steal one of her coronavirus potions. When he fails this mission, Draven must face the terrifying witch head on. He is willing to do anything to save his dad, even if that means facing the dreaded Mrs. McBecky.
In this part of the book, Draven Doogle must face his fears and confront the witch that lives across the street. Mrs. McBecky is the only one who can help him...and he needs help more than he ever has in his life.
Draven Doogle and the Corona Witch
I stood at the witch’s door. At this point, she didn’t know that I had figured out her secret. I have to admit that I was afraid…very afraid. And that’s not an easy thing for a strong third grader like me to admit. I stood six feet away from her door. These days we had to be six feet away from everyone because of a terribly contagious virus going around called the coronavirus or sometimes COVID-19, and I figured that was especially important when dealing with a real live witch. I picked up a handful of pebbles from her flowerbed which I was sure was filled with mystical flowers for all of her potions and brews. I took a deep breath. My knees were shaking. I knew that I had to be very careful when I threw the rocks not to hit the glass part of her door. Can you even imagine how awful it would be to break a witch’s window? After what I’ve seen her do, it’s hard to tell what she’d turn me into. I took another deep breath. I could not let my fear control me. I needed to be brave. I said to myself, “Draven Doogle, you can do this.” Mrs. McBecky was my only hope. I needed her help. I needed one of her potions.