You had the uncanny ability to see dead people, like the kid from The Sixth Sense.. Anyway, you were walking through the woods on a nice Autumn evening. You've always loved looking at the colorful leaves as the sun sets.. But today you're feeling extra adventurous. So you decided to go to a part of the woods you usually avoid, because it gives you the creeps...

As you walked through the deep dark woods (like in The Gruffalo) you felt a chill run up your spine, as you heard what sounded like crying?.... You cautiously moved towards the sound, only to see what looked like a girl crying. She was wearing old timey Pilgrim clothes.. Was-.. Was she a ghost?

You slowly moved closer, trying not to startle her.. As you got closer to her, you could hear her mumbling to herself.

"..I'm not a witch.. sniff...I-i'm not a witch!.."