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- The chairs stood in a long line along each wall, twenty squealing children, twelve rustling relatives, alternatively spaced, with Louise down at the far end. (Bradbury 791)
- "the witch is dead, and this is her head." whispered the husband, and handed an item to the nearest person. "he gets some old chicken innards from the icebox and hands them around and says, "these are her innards!' and he makes a clay head and passes it for her head, and passes a soup bone for her arm. and he takes a marble and says "this is her eye!' and he takes some corn and says, "This is her teeth!. He is implying his own daughter which he has murdered out of his spite nd now is showing it to other people like if it were for fun without Louise even knowing in the pitch black room. (Bradbury 791)
- "The witch is dead, she has been killed, and here is the knife she was killed with ." He handed over the knife and it was passed from hand to hand, down and around the circle, with chuckles and little odd cries and comments from the adults. (Bradury 791)
- Louise spoke up, "Marion, don't be afraid; it's only play." Marion didn't say anything. "Marion?" asked Louise. "are you afraid?" Marion didn't speak. "She's all right," said the husband. "She's not afraid." on and on the passing, the screams, the hilarity. the autumn wind sighed about the house. And he, the husband stood at the head of the dark cellar, intoning the words handing out the items. "Marion ?" asked Louise again, from far across the cellar. Everybody was talking. "Marion?" called Louise. Everybody quieted. "Marion, answer me, are you afraid?" Marion didn't answer. The husband stood there, at the bottom of the cellar steps. Louise called "Marion, are you there?" No answer. The room was silent. "Where's Marion?" called Louise. "she was here", said a boy. "Maybe she's upstairs." "Marion!" No answer, it was quiet. (Bradbury 791) This is the starting point where the horrifying truth start's setting into Louise's mind of where Marian is.
- The items were passed and passed, like hot potatoes, around the circle. Some children screamed, wouldn't touch them. Some ran from their chairs to stand in the center of the cellar until the grisly items had passed. "Aw, it's only chicken insides," scoffed a boy. "Come back, Helen!" Shot from hand to hand, with small scream after scream, the items went down, down, to be followed by another and another. "The witch cut apart, and this is her heart," said the husband. Six or seven items moving at once through the laughing, trembling dark. (Bradbury 791)
- Over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, "I can't find her." Then, some idiot turned on the lights. (Bradbury 792) As everyone is blinded by the bright light nobody in that room knows what awaits before them as there vision comes back after the blinding light and an horrific scene before them is unfold.
- "Turn on the lights," said one of the adults. The items stopped passing. The children and the adults sat with the witch's items in their hands. "No." Louise gasped. There was a scraping of her chair, wildly, in the dark. "No. Don't turn on the lights, don't!" Louise was shrieking now. The entire cellar froze with the scream. Nobody moved. This very moment Louise knew the horrors that awaited before her and only she knew what anyone else couldn't other than his very own husband.
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