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Ongoing, First published Jan 13, 2017
Nobody ever believes a child.

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There has always been superstitions with witches, but the most infamous of times for it was in 1692 in Massachusetts. Some called it a lesson learned, some a waste of time and people. Yet most people called it one thing; the Salem witch trials.

From 1692 to 1693 there were fourteen victims; most consisted of women, all hanged except for one. It was a time of unforgiving paranoia; people pointed and unconditionally believed what was said for the sake of security. Afterall, anybody could be withholding a dirty secret from you without your own good in mind. To say the least, those two years were incredibly dark times that all would hope to leave in the past.

Unfortunately history repeats itself. One scrambled date later, in 1926, the superstition rises again; but this time it is not in a crowd, but in a single man.

Reynold Hawthorne.

~ ~ ~ 

Witness the revived witches from the infamous trials of 1692.

Nobody died on good terms all those centuries years ago. Chaos with a side of snarky, passive aggressive hexing is due for all of the resurrected women - unfortunately, they get walked in on.

What's to be done with the man who's seen their witchy business is to be debated.
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