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Prologue
April 18, 1684
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She sat on the wooden bench as she wrapped her long, skinny fingers around the witch-hazel. Verna Williams closed her eyes and mumbled a few words.
“Sarah,” Verna called into the empty garden. “Where are you, Sarah?” She circled the garden searching for her little sister, but Sarah was nowhere in sight. “I know you’re here. Don’t play this game with again.” Still there was no sign of her sister.
Sarah, who was hiding behind the well, giggled lightly as she watched her sister went wild trying to find her. She loved playing games with Verna since she is easily aggravated. Sarah watched as Verna disappeared into the house. She knew that her sister will come back out within seconds and she silently counted: one, two, three. And there she was, appearing by the front door as she examined the garden once again. Sarah knew that and she was smart enough not to fall for it. She giggled again just as Verna said, “So you’re not here.”
Verna vanished back into the house. Sarah was about to get up when she saw a dark shadow lingered by the bushes. She scanned the bushes again, but found no one to be there.
“Father,” she called out. Looking around for one last time, she was about to head back to house when a dark force pushed her back. Sarah screamed, but no sound came out for an invisible covered her mouth. The force pulled her back until she lost her balance. Her screams cannot be heard as she fell down the well.
Verna gradually opened her eyes and her pupil dilated as the witch-hazel disappeared into flames in her hand.
