Connor: Trials Of Witchcraft

Trials Of Witchcraft

By: Connor M. Jones

In Salem, Massachusetts, 1765, a woman was accused of witchcraft.  This woman grew up in London, England.  Her parents were atheists, executed when she was twelve.  Her mother had owned a broom and book.  The book was bound in leather, yet looked like it was bound of human flesh.  The broom, on the other hand, looked absolutely ordinary in every respect.  The woman's father was an alchemist who, before his death, taught her everything he knew.  Her name was Jessica and she was, as it seemed, an ordinary woman.  She lived just on the edge of the town.  Jessica met the natives, who she had helped a few times and learned from.  She was, by all means, the best doctor in the city.  Although she helped everyone in the town, a few people hated her.  Once, she had attempted to help an injured man.  She would use "special words" to heal people, but despite her help the man died.  He died the exact instant that she completed a verse.  There were a few people who had no hatred for her and kind of liked being near her.  One of these people was a handsome rich man with the name of  George.  George was a kind fellow and had a crush on Jessica, although he would never admit it.  After three years had passed, in 1763, they had become married.  When they had invited the governor, his wife had pointed out a resemblance between the book and a bock belonging to a famous witch.  The witch she was talking about was a woman named Linda Stevenson.  As it turns out Jessica's last name was Stevenson and the witch had died the exact same day as Jessica's mother.  Realizing this Jessica had forced the governor and his wife to leave.  In October 1764 Jessica decided to check the broom.  Before checking the broom, a note fell out of the spell book, a note from Linda Stevenson.  It said that she left the book and broom to Jessica and told her that the broom had strong magic powers.  The day was All Hallows Eve, today Halloween, It was a dark night when Jessica took off.  As she flew past the moon and toward the village she cackled and grinned.  She would recite magic words, for their strength increased on All Hallows Eve, these words caused houses to burn and people to die.  In the June of the following year Jessica was burned at the stake and George was hanged.  The price of wedding a witch was as bad as the price of being one.  In the underworld the day Jessica died, she met Satan himself.  Satan said "Your family has served me since the beginning of all that is.  Your mother, her mother, her mother and so on and so forth had carried a book with spells for centuries.  I had asked your great, great grandmother to keep a book of spells and write down the names of those who joined the group, in their own blood.  You were the last in the bloodline, although you inspired a new generation of witches.  Christ is in Heaven and so to is god and your husband.  You got the wrong end of the stick.  He's in Heaven, your in Hell.  It is just that simple.  Oh, so you know, god damned you because of that broom ride in October, 1764, not because of your family.  Welcome to Hell.  Now may I see that book.  I need to write a title on it.  I've got it in the 1800s an author will call this The Necronomicon.  Allow me to repeat, Welcome to Hell, Jessica Stevenson!"