This is a story of a young girl; who lost her family, they were all accused of witchcraft. The only one that didn't was the young girl, aged 8 at the time. She was adopted by a long time family friend that she calls her Aunt, but is everything she knew really true? It has been 10 years since the, she's now 18 years old, still haunted by her past.  The witch trials have shaken the whole of Salem, but are they really over? Who is the real person behind it all? Will she ever discover the truth? Who will betray her?

** This story jumps from past to present times and has some historical accurancies. **


The Salem Witch Trails

The next day, when I woke, I still felt very drained. I grabbed my phone off my bedside table. The time flashed before me, reading 1:29pm, I normally would’ve been awake by about 9:30am on the school holidays, but today, I couldn’t care, or bother to even move a muscle. My family must be giving me some space, due to the events that occurred yesterday afternoon. My stomach them began growling at me, I simply rolled my eyes, flicked the blanket off my body and slowly crawled out of bed. I wasn’t in the mood to shower and change my clothes, as I was still in yesterday clothes, instead I headed downstairs, towards the kitchen. The house seemed quiet. Very quiet. When I got to the kitchen, it too was quiet. I decided to head towards the carport to check if the family was still, but to my surprise no one was. Odd, but I couldn’t care less. Too drained. I headed back to the kitchen and that’s when I noticed a note sitting on the bench. 


Chapter Thirty-Three