Super Freaks

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

I am a young girl of seventeen living in Salem, Oregan. My name is Abigail Joanna Crowely Winchester. I am known to the locals as Abby the Witch. My long brown hair and green eyes are rumored to be identical to the Witch named Abigail tried in the Witch hunts who still haunts her family home and I, the reincarnation of the "crazy witch" who works at her family home. Abigail was one of the first girls to be infected, but she never talks about what happened to her. She never does.

I was brought to Salem at the age of four or five years. I was given to the Orphanage with only a name and a bracelet of pure silver steel, chain and a steel plate containing my name on one side, and a pentacle surrounded by a flowing aura on the other. I have never once taken it off, one because I have lived in orphanages my whole life and two because it feels too important to take it off. Like it was something linking me to home, some sort of key to my strange existence.

Ever since I was brought to Salem, I could do things no other children could do. I could hold a dead, withered up flower, and simply stroke the petals and it would come back to life. I could take a sick bird and have him flying with just the brush of my lips. I was, in short, was tremendously amazing. But, with all superstition in most people, I was rejected from normal society. I wanted answers, so, knowing a little local legend, I went to the house of Abigail, where I contacted my ancestor, the witch. Abigail taught me her secrets and the Witch secrets. She gave me her old black book, and taught me everything she knew. I began to shut myself in further from society. I spent hours focusing on a cup of water, bending, willing and contorting every emotion, thought, and physical response to make that cup move. By the time I was 8, I was the local circus' favorite performer. From my psychic and magickal abilities to the contortioning of my body, everyone who passed By the local diner or had been in town at least an hour would know about Abby the Witch, no matter how they got the information, good or bad.

I became important to the town's tourist business overall at age 15, and I was offered jobs to work tours in Abigail's house, for I was known to naturally invoke her spirit without her causing me harm, thus making the haunted house more scary for tourists. I, however, only took on tours when I desperately needed the money for something important.

When I was 12, I decided I was going to leave Salem and find my family, a brief yet very clear memory of my family kept me going. When I was 15 I began to work non stop to save up for a car to get out of this place that I thought was hell. However, one day when I was 17, I worked a tour in Abigail's house that would forever change my life.

It started out a fairly normal day, Typical and dull, rainy with a splash of depression. I woke up at 3:00am sharp, hitting my head very gracefully on Jamie's bunk above me. Steel hurt and it was not worth the pretty sound it made. I swore under my breath and gritted my teeth as I rubbed my forehead. I quietly listened for Jamie to wake up. She tossed slightly to the right and continued to snore on. I thanked the gods. If Jamie knew I was working this early before school she'd cut my legs off so I couldn't work and force me to stay at home forever. She protested very strongly against me working before school, considering how late I worked after school. I always shrugged her off and still snuck out, despite I knew I was killing myself slowly and currently was sporting a ghostly zombie look. Luckily she woke up at seven for her school, and hour later that when I went to school.

I rolled off my bed and got dressed quickly, taking out my blue pleated skirt and black button up shirt along with my blue vest and blue jacket. It was my school uniform, and Jared, the guy who ran the bookstore I worked in, let me come in my school outfit just so long as I wore a name tag.

Jared was the closest thing I had to a father figure. He was a bachelor, and had his doctoral degree in Physics and Literature, but he never wanted to take the jobs. He could have a two hundred thousand annual salary but, he instead makes about thirty five thousand, running a local old dusty used book shop.