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Witches of Old (Jeff the Killer x OC)

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Some say, when the Salem Witch Trials ended, that witches and witchcraft died with it... that the devil had left it's mark in the form of magik... but I am living proof that's its hocus pocus... for I am a witch... the granddaughter of Baba Yaga, the witch who eats children... who wander to this part of the woods... the daughter of The Bell Witch... The witch who terrorized a family in the form of a black cat... you might be wondering... "How? Their not related!" Well they aren't... my father, Satan Rest his soul, was the son of Baba Yaga and the grandson of La Voisin, who was accused of the craft and confessed to it... but this ain't his or my moms story... it's mine... my name is Sybil Yaga, and this is how I met the love of my life, Jeffery Woods.... Aka... Jeff the KillerAll Rights Reserved

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