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Some canvases were broken, as if in frustration. Next, I visited the library. Many of the books were old and hopelessly confusing. Most incomprehensible of all were the ritual books, which made up the bulk of his library. There were only a few novels, and judging by the dust, they hadn’t been touched in years. Evidently, Salem was not the sort of man who read for pleasure.

I gesture to the book in my lap, “I guess I was inspired.” “The Salem Witch Trials is a dark subject to touch on.” The girl remarks. “But since we live in Massachusetts and it's kind of like our 'claim to fame' we have to do reports on it, every year around this time. This is my ninth report on the witch trials.” I say. Every Halloween is when we study this fascinating subject. I feel myself being drawn to the violence and misery of the stories. Morbid, I know, but I can't seem to help myself. It just fascinates me to no end.

After several hours of research, I came across the words ‘witchcraft.’ There wasn’t a lot available online but after looking through all available websites, I found it quite easy to learn how to counter any of the witch’s spells in addition to knowing where to find books, journals, and other things related to them. However, that only meant that I could only know so much in order to avoid becoming caught up in all those horrible events. Still, that was better than being completely ignorant, which is probably why these articles weren’t too informative at first. One paragraph in particular hit home though and made me realize exactly what I am dealing with. In it, there is a section titled, ‘Th

“The families fled from Salem during the witch trials under one coven. But as time went on the elders of the coven began to disagree and they split.” Continuing to flip through the pages of one of the books, Abigale’s fingers land on the page that she is looking for and she pushes it in my direction. Sitting in a stunned silence for several moments, I just stare at the page unable to absorb any of the words that I am reading. Finally snapping out of my trance, I actually read the page in front of me.

Even though he seems fine,” I mused, redirecting my gaze to the copied pages of the book. You know?" " Uh, I was exploring and I think I definitely discovered something else regarding you." Let you proceed to unzip your backpack to take a thick book out of it. I closed my eyes as I skimmed the title in bright letters on the dark cover: The Insider Thoughts of the Salem Witches. witches ?" he muses intriguedly and raised an eyebrow. Jorfit laughs apprehensively. Try not to judge me,” he asks me, then, at that moment, he opens the book between the pages where a bookmark sits.

Gail forced her focus back on the books. Perhaps one was something craft related. She stood up from the chair and scanned the book shelves, left to right, purposely ignoring the scandalous titles of the romance novels. However, the only books she found were self-help books and books on various scientific topics. Gail knew there were books written about actual witchcraft. The coven itself had a library for such things, but did her aunt?

Jeniece, though still weak, sat up and stared into the fire, her eyes distant as she began to speak, her voice trembling with memories long buried. "When the Salem trials began," she started, her voice low, "it was nearly impossible for a witch to survive. What they did to witches was worse than death. Imagine being dragged to the town square, knowing that you'll be torn apart piece by piece, and the worst part? It happens while you're still alive. They made a spectacle of it, using torturous tools in front of crowds—men, women, even children, forced to watch the horror unfold."

"What are the others?" Bella asked, shoving the book back in its place. "This one is a seventeenth-century guide to vampires, written by William H. Winters," he said, holding up a large black tome. "He was one of the most influential members of the Family and largely responsible for a little debacle some folks call the Salem Witch Trials. Or, as her teacher probably likes to call him, Great Uncle Bill." Bella was lightheaded again, and her temples were pounding, but there was no vampire mind control or mark to blame it on now. Only horror. "We have to get out of here," she said, staggering to her feet.

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

Alice pretends to inspect the books' covers as we walk. "You know the Salem Witch trials?" she whispers. I nod. "Of course." "The Silver Hunters were founded by some of their descendants." I frown. "Huh? For what purpose?" We stop walking and she looks around to make sure no one is close. "Because they had something against witches. But then it grew as they discovered there are more than witches out there. Now they're hunting everyone." We're almost to the wall where she showed me the secret book, the one she said we weren't supposed to know about.