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Saturday, May 22, 2004

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Man I am actually tired, but we all know that I'll be up in 3 hours again... I'll probably go out and talk to some coyotes or something... anywho here's the next part of my story.


Chapter II
Threats

I had to stifle my scream, it wasn’t fairies or Leprechauns. It was people four women in fact. They were dancing around a fire, one playing the piccolo, the fire light flickering on her face. She looked so young, yet she seemed to have the wisdom of a thousand years. She stopped piping and the others stopped dancing. They were Witches! All the terrible thing have been happening because of them! They are responsible for all these abnormal events! Those wicked Demons! I thought they are the reason Belinda is dead. I started crying to myself, silently in Anger and sadness. Suddenly fear swept over me and I listened intently. One of the women, stood up with a raven in a wooden cage.
“I summon the power of Wind!” she shouted. Another stood up with a dead small-mouth bass.
“I summon the power of water!” she shouted. Is this some kind of ritual? It went on with the last two.
“I summon the power of Fire!”
“I summon the power of Earth!” those were the last shouts. They went on chanting strange rhymes. I thought oh, my goodness it must be late! I must get home fast! I stood up and hoped the witches wouldn’t notice me. I stood up the flame, bright orange against my skin.
Then suddenly one of the witches who was dancing, said,” Someone intrudes, we must find them.” She stood still for a moment. I was frozen like a deer who detects it’s prey. “There behind the brush!”
Oh no! I thought what is to become of me if I am caught! I didn’t care if they saw me running, heading for my home, they already knew I was there. They were close behind. I could see the clearing that led to my house, bathed in moonlight, the shadows to guide me. It was a blur I paid no attention to my surroundings. I finally reached my house. as I grabbed the door handle, I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I turned to see how close they were, but to my amazement they were nowhere to be found. An owl hooted at me as I walked in.
“Child, where have you been? Why are you all sweaty?” my mother said sternly, yet I detected a sense of fear In it.
“ I saw...” I was trying to catch my breath, I was about to utter the truth, and then something happened to Marianne.
She started to shake, her eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolled out. I had no idea what was wrong. The same things had happened to other girls, and that was why the witch trials started. My mother ran over to Marianne and started to cry.
“God, why Marianne? Don’t you have any mercy on a mere child?” Her voice broke. Then she looked up, fire in her eyes. “ It isn’t god’s fault,” She said in almost a whisper staring off into space. Then her tone became more fierce and she was yelling. “ It’s those damn witches’ fault! I hope they burn in hell!” My mother then leaned on my father and started to bawl.

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I woke up the next morning, thinking the worst of all the possible things in the world. I was deeply engrossed in my thoughts, and it seemed like I had no surroundings. No Dresser, No Mirror, and No bed. I absentmindedly walked over to my dresser and took out a dress. I suddenly could see everything again, and I was aware of the world. I screamed. A dead squirrel was on top of my dresser and on my mirror, was a message... in it’s blood. ‘ DO not dare tell our secret or the worst will come’. I didn’t know what to do. I was scared out of my whits. Wait.... is this why the other girls shook? Did someone in their family see the witches too?


Well there you go.
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