Ah, these poor people, these poor, poor people...
All this fuss, and about what? Some silly story about witches roaming about in salem made up by a little girl scavenging for attention?
I watched intently from my portch as a weeping woman with a noose around her neck begged for the people to listen to her plea, for she was innocent, And she was right too. That poor woman and many others before her had done nothing wrong. If only the people could see who the real witches are. A man smacked the horses back side and it ran with great speed as the carrage slipped from under her and the rope around her neck tightened, leaving her with no air and a broken neck that gave out with a loud nauseating crack.
These humans have no idea what their dealing with, did they think it was that easy to kill a real witch?
Oh no, make no mistake, we are very much real, and we are very hard to get rid of, but maybe, maybe if the simple minds of humans could grasp that, we wouldnt have this issue... and they could have just simply seen... that ive been here this whole time... watching from afar...
