Your husband, Bram Stoker, which you couldn't say was your husband, you'd be prosecuted. You were a witch that worked alone in your home, doing the usual. Until a knock on your door, and someone walked in. Instinctually, Bram ducked into the attic and hid himself as to not be seen. The man looked to you as one of your neighbors, who looked smug, pointed at you.

???: "That one's the witch. She speaks to the devil himself, and speaks in lies!" Both men glared at you.