I watch in horror as a girl who couldn't be more than thirteen is tied to the stake. The words "kill the witch!" can be heard as I stand in front of my door, watching. She is crying, begging that she isn't one. But the spider's web on her arm states otherwise.
"Devil's whore!" someone yells.
Her long golden blonde hair is matted and parts of her dress are ripped. The magistrate took the torch and lit the weeds up and the girl along with it. She screams, making my head hurt from the high-pitched sound.
I felt as if someone was watching me and as I turn my head my eyes lock onto a slim and tall woman. She has long brown hair that looks soft to touch. Her black eyes seem like they are staring into my soul. She then smiles, but one that is sinister. It makes my blood run cold. The lady turns and leaves.
When I am getting ready for bed I try not to think about that woman, but I can't. My mind is racing with thoughts. My right shoulder starts to itch and I scratch it. Then it starts to itch again and once more I scratch it, but it starts to sting. I look down at my shoulder and see what I would never want to see on my body; a spider's web. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. Then I hear a chilling laugh. It is definitely female, but there is no one in my room except for me. My room is dropping in temperature and I shiver.
"You will thank me later."
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The Blood-Filled Hourglass wattys2016
Short Story~A collection of gothic tales~ Cover by: @Rynnabelle
