Northern Anne's Black Bonnet

Northern Anne's Black Bonnet

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd maa, dec. 28, 2015
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My name is Northern Anne and I am not crazy nor am I a witch. I'm just not sure of anything anymore not since I met Jersey, not since I had all these memories that don't belong to me. I'm almost scared I guess I have to tell my story so someone might know it in case I get killed again, yes again....I will start with myself in the winter of 2014 but we will end up in the fall of 1692. I need to find who these memories belong to and why I have them. It all begins with Jersey A. Creek and when he told me again.....
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The girl, who found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, experienced a stroke of misfortune. Following this incident, she was drawn into a world completely foreign to her, where she struggled to adapt to her new life. I was face to face with death. I knew it. I hadn't even realized when his hand had grasped mine. Fear overshadowed all my senses. But after what felt like an eternity, I finally felt my wrist. He was gripping it so tightly that blood could no longer flow to my hand. As I lowered my head to look at the hand clutching my wrist, he used his other hand to grab my chin, turning my face toward his. Then, he pressed his lips to mine. I stood frozen for a moment. Then, I let myself go. For a fleeting instant, he seemed to let himself go too. And then, just like that, he was gone. In an instant, he had vanished. The hand gripping my wrist, the lips pressing against mine-gone. And I was left standing there, completely stunned. It felt as though I had forgotten my own name. I started to tremble. My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the ground. Sitting there, shaking in shock, I finally understood what he was.

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