a boy told of how he covered himself in the blood of others and lay still on the floor among the dead as soldiers stepped over him . a nor'easter had been blowing in since the previous morning , and while we walked , we 'd had to stand close to each other to stay warm . `` i want to do it again , '' i admit in a small voice . others are peeping too , although most are still covering their eyes or looking away from where the witch was standing . 