by Kari Lynn M.Waking up in a deserted Wisconsin woods surrounded by masked members of a family witch-gang at three a.m. on a school night? Check. Becoming captured by a deeply demented elder alongside the one member of society that you probably despise the most? Yep, check. My life hasn’t been this heart-stopping since I spotted Jon Bon Jovi’s tour bus at the local 7-Eleven.