1600’s — Witches. Only three were known well. The Sanderson Sisters. Everyone in the town of Salem was aware of the monstrous witches. Wrenched old hags.. But Thackery, one night upon being restless, could’ve swore he saw a boy fly upon a broom into the woods, out of sight from the town yet far from the cabin of the sisters. Thackery thought of telling the church, maybe his parents, but nobody would believe him. Another Witch? Not related to the sisters? It was unthinkable. Thackery was just seeing things, of course. But Thackery could’ve sworn he wasn’t insane.. — One night, unable to shake the feeling, Thackery ran into the woods unbeknownst to anyone in town at night. Thackery just prayed the trail stayed, as he had no idea where he was going. Or if he was safe..what if this witch was a murderer!? Too late to turn back now.

Thackery was deep in the woods, thinking the trail still went. Yet when he looked down upon hearing a crunch he realized .. the trail stopped a long time ago. Thackery began running, trying to retrace his steps. Where did he turn? Where was he now? It was too dark he couldn’t even see in front of him. After running for what felt like hours, Thackery gave up. Sitting on the ground he trembled from a breeze. It had to be sunrise soon right..? He could only hope. He closed his eyes, hoping to sleep some. ”Being alone in these woods is a brave choice.” Thackery jumped when he heard the voice and opened his eyes, looking up to see who he heard. This boy looked..oddly familiar..could it..be the witch?!

Thackery yelped as he stood up and backed away quickly, yelling as if that’d attract anybody. He was far from the town.

“Witch!”