One beautiful morning, I inherited a house. And along with it—a nasty cat, a bundle of dead bats, a stuffed scarecrow-like werewolf, and a list of conditions I had to fulfill if I wanted this dubious wealth to become mine. My great-grandmother, who had died and whom I didn’t even know, was a witch. Now I’ve taken her place. It isn’t that difficult when your best friend and a strong man are nearby, ready to stand up for you. But it seems I celebrated the unexpected inheritance too early…