By Glory
Prologue
1692
As she waited in prison she thought to herself What is going to happen to me? She had been accused of doing witchcraft. Sitting there she wondered what her fate was to be.
1992
Deep within the bare trees, something, or rather someone, had awoken. The sun had gone down, and the moon was at its highest and bigger than ever. Wolves began to howl. The spirit of a lost soul has returned.
Chapter 1
“About 200 people were accused of witchcraft.” Our teacher was just finishing up our lesson on the Salem Witch Trials. “Remember, we have our essay due next Monday.”
DING!!!!!!!!!
That was the bell. It was time to go home and get ready for Halloween.
“What are you doing tonight?” Cassie asked me.
“I’m giving trick - or - Treaters candy. While my mom takes Ivy trick - or - treating.” Cassie has been my best friend since 5th grade.
“You should come over,” I offer.
“Sure.”
As we walked home, the smell of fall hung in the air. We were talking about what to do tonight. In the corner of my eye I see little black paws pitter patter next to me, but I just ignore it.
We walk up to my house and open the door. It was unlocked. But, I was too focused on our conversation to notice.
“You haven’t decorated yet?”
“No, we haven’t had time.”
“Well then let's do it now!”
We started hanging bats and cobwebs wherever we could, and pumpkins EVERYWHERE. We put cauldrons in the kitchen, and ghosts in the living room.
DING DONG!
I run over to the door,
“Hi Mom, hi Dad,” I say as I open the door.
“Hi Katie,” My mom says as she hugs me.
“Mom, is it ok if Cassie stays over?”
“Sure. Are you guys decorating for Halloween?”
“Yup,” Cassie says, walking over to us.
“Bye, see you in a couple hours”
“Ok Mom.”
“Ivy, save some candy for me.” I whisper to my sister.
“He he, OK”
“BYE!”
Chapter 2
“Trick-or-Treat!!!” As we handed out candy we grew bored. We had no idea what to do besides giving trick-or-treaters candy. I closed the door. When I looked down at the ground I see little paw prints leading to the living room, where me and Cassie were sitting. I follow the prints, they lead me to the back door. I see within the trees glowing purple eyes.
“AHH!” I sit next to the door with my back to the wall.
“What!” Cassie jumps up off the couch.
“Look!” I point to the glass door.
“AHH!” She sits on the other side of the door.
“What was that?” She says to me.
“We look again in three, two, one.” We could see nothing, just bare trees leading into the abyss.
“It was just our imagination, right?” Cassie says laughing nervously.
We go back to answering the door for kids. Then suddenly they just stop coming. We look in the street, not a kid in sight. I look down on the porch and see a note:
Help!
I am trapped in the woods, waiting to be free.
-Ophilia
“What could that mean?” Cassie asks.
“I don’t know,” I reply. We step inside, the door still open.
“What do we do? Do we go look for her?” Cassie says.
“I don’t know.”
SLAM!
A gust of wind slams the door shut. We run to the attic, not looking behind us. We hide behind a fort of boxes.
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEAK!!!!!!!
The door slowly creaks open, and the wind blows cold. The attic looks dark and dreary, like a black hole closing in around us. Branches from our tree out front scrape a window across the room. We hear heavy footsteps up the stairs. They come closer and closer to where we were hiding.
Meow!
“It’s just a cat,” I said. The cat’s eyes glowed purple.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH” Within seconds the wind started picking up, it felt like we were in a tornado. When we opened our eyes we weren’t in the attic anymore. We were in the woods, no sign of my house and no sign of the cat.
“Free me,” An airy voice said in my ear, “Free me.”
Chapter 3
“Free me,” It said again. A ghostly figure appears in front of us. She was dressed like a puritan, but looked like a ghost. We could hear wolves howling in the distance.
“Look.” I whisper to Cassie. I point at the little black cat with glowing purple eyes. He blends into the woods so well I could barely see him.
“Help me, I’m trapped in these woods. I have been here for years, waiting. I am a lost soul wanting to return to where I belong. My hope is gone, and you two are the last of it.” Silence flooded the woods.
“You mean US ?” Cassie said, breaking the silence.
“Yes”
“Are you Oheilia?”
“Yes”
“How do we help you?” I ask her.
“That is for you to find out.”
HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!
The spirit of another, had appeared behind us. We sprinted deeper into the woods. The cat was running with us. We come to a cave and stopped to rest. The cave started glowing the same purple color as the cat’s eyes, and the walls were made of crystals. We walked farther into the cave. We could hear the cackle on the other side of the wall. She had gone into the cave through a different entrance. We came to a room within the cave, the walls are dark purple wood, the floors are made of shimmering lavender crystals, with a light purple carpet. In the center of the room there is a wooded stand, on it is a notebook, it is cased in purple leather. Next to the notebook is a wand. The wand is black, it has sparkles hovering above it. The cat jumps up on the stand. It pushes it off the stand, but before it could hit the ground I caught it.
“There you kids are.” the dark figure said.
“Stand back!” I yell pointing the stick at her.
“What are you gonna do with that?”
“I don’t know but we’re gonna find out.” A beam of moonlight sprouted out of the wand, and hit the witch. She screamed and teleported away.
Chapter 4
“Wow! How did you do that?” Cassie asks me.
“No idea.” We run out of the cave and back to where we found Oheilia.
“Hello?” we say in unison.
“Hello,” she said, appearing behind us.
“Who was that?”
“That was a very dangerous witch, Melisa. Be careful, she is still out there.”
“How do we free you?”
“Look in the notebook”
“Standing right in front of me,” I recite the spell from the notebook, “Return to where you're supposed to be” She disappeared.
“Look, the book says your name on it.” Cassie points out to me.
“So what do we do now?”
Epilogue
“Your training is complete. Now you must complete what I couldn’t. Get rid of all good witches.”
“Yes, Ma’ am.”
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