A Witch's Confession

17

I was struck awake by a cold wind blowing through the hotel room. The wind chilled my entire body as the hairs on my arms stood straight up. Something definitely felt off, and we didn't feel so alone anymore. My mind began to race, frantically wondering where  the journal may have ended up.

I fumbled between the two pillows and white bed sheets before my fingertips hit the icy cold edge of the journal. I let out a deep exhale of relief before skimming through the pages, curious if there was a message awaiting for me that would explain this phenomenon. The chilled breeze traveled throughout the room again.

"Salem awaits," a soft, mysterious voice drifted amongst the air. I scanned the room, only to find that no one was there.

"Hello?" I called out, clutching the journal to my chest. Kessem stirred next to me before mumbling some nonsense in his sleep. As the breeze picked up again, I heard the faint sounds of Himalayan sound bowls, along with a singing voice that sounded like a chorus of angels. The music filled the room, causing a steady vibration. The breeze then turned to a gust, and I hunkered down into the blankets.

"Who's out there?" I chattered. Kessem's eyes opened, and he sat up just as confused.

"What the hell is that music?" He flung the covers onto the floor and began pacing the room, searching for the source of the song. He turned to look at me, but he didn't have much time before I screamed in terror.

A woman in a blue cloak stood eerily at the foot of the bed. Her blonde locks poured from the hood, cascading down her shoulders and coming to rest at her mid back. She removed the hood of the cloak, revealing deep green eyes that resembled mine. She placed an index finger over her glossy lips before shushing us. Kessem and I sat in silence, our mouths agape.

"There is no need to panic." The mysterious woman strode to the side of the bed, and her stares continued to pierce ours. She reached out a pale hand that I hesitantly took in mine. Something inside of me felt very drawn to her. Besides her stunning features, she had a very delightful aura that surrounded her. Her energy oozed a deep blue and teal color, absorbing all of the negativity that had swept the room.

"Zoe, descendent of Sybil, isn't it?" She spoke as she eyed the journal that was barely peeking out from the blankets. I anxiously shoved it under the covers, hoping she didn't notice it's stark presence. A smile spread across her face.

"I am Alexandria," She beamed. I blinked in disbelief. This was truly Priestess Alexandria! This was the Priestess we had travelled all this way for. "And that is the journal I've been looking for."

My cheeks flushed as I pulled it out from the covers. I hesitated to let her even touch it. Her hand reached to touch the corners, but I pulled it away in a hurry.

"Zoe, we are cousins. We are both connected by Sybil. Please, let me touch it." I looked into her green eyes, and then out the window. The streets of Salem were beginning to bustle with activity. I bit my lip, picking at the worn corner of the journal with uncertainty.

"No!" I hollered before bolting off the bed and pinning myself in the corner. Her green eyes filled with confusion.

"Zoe, what is wrong with you?" Kessem asked as he followed me to the corner of the room.

"Get away from me, Kessem." I coldly responded. A hurt expression crossed his face. I shoved Alexandria into the night table. She stumbled over the drawers before crashing against the wall.

"Zoe, she is the Priestess we have been searching for!" Kessem grabbed my arm. I tried to wrestle away from his grasp.

"I know what I'm doing!" I kicked and fought against his grip. Alexandria was lying on the floor without much movement. I heard a groan come from her body, but it no longer sounded like the voice of Alexandria.