Whitestone Coven

Chapter Eighteen

Year; 1682
The Hannah Kirstein Case
Hanna Kirstein. Young witch admitted to a coven at age eleven. Later became the supreme. Her best friend Judas became her side kick when she gave him enchantments. Little did she know that he was a part of the huntsmen.
Late one night, she had fallen asleep and was to never wake again.
He took a steak knife, and slit her throat.

Year; 2015 modern era
You hope Jake doesn't get angry or suspicious. You set down your phone and get up off the bed. What do you do now? You quietly walk to the door and slowly turn the handle. Opening the door you try and peek out.
You get about one eye through the crack in the door when the door itself comes rushing towards you, knocking you to the ground. You look up to see Nathan quietly coming into your room and shutting it lightly. He grabs your hand and helps you up.
"You probably have a lot of questions right now."
He says walking over to your bed and sitting down.
You walk over as well and sit down next to him.
You nod.
You have a lot of questions.
"Ok. We have to talk quietly otherwise Charlotte will hear us. She doesn't want us servants to really, um, talk to you guys before she does."
You nod.
"So first off, each of you and your friends are sort of assigned one of Charlottes servants to look after you and if you have not already realized, I am yours.
Second of all, the next time I come in here, which won't probably be for another twenty minutes, I will be taking you to go and have a private talk with her. She will inform you about everything. I must go now but I will see you very soon."
He stands up and walks to the door.
Before closing the door he turns around and puts his hand up to his forehead, as if he's saluting you.
He then softly shuts the door.
Well, he said he won't be coming back for another twenty minutes, so, what to do until then?
You decide to pull out your headphones and phone and listen to music while you draw.
It's so odd to have these plain white walls without the graffiti like at home.
Will you ever even go back home?