Prologue
She stuck out her pale hand and I took it into mine.
“Deal” she said. Then like her words where some magical key the spell book between us opened up.
“Say the words exactly as you see them." I took a deep breath then said
“The years have passed and the soul forgotten now I call to the spirits to hear my plea let this girl be taken into me” and just like that the soul of Abigail Williams was sucked into my body. Then the world blacked.


Freedom is in our sites... so is death.
One road good, one bad.
Only time will tell, for now...
We wait.


Abigail Williams the best liar in history. Literally. For those who have heard the tale of Abigail Williams they think nothing of it. They think it was just Childs play, but in truth it was a cover story. You see young Abby never caught the "disease" from her poor cousin. She gave it to her. Then she and her oblivious cousin blamed the town hag. They called her a witch. When Abigail herself was the witch...
She never had a coven. She like me was a lone witch. After the witch trials were over she vanished. Nobody really knows what happened to her. Some say she died others say she went to Boston. Nobody really knows, and on this fine Halloween night I plan on talking to her.
I know playing with the dead is frowned upon in the greater national area. Then again I really don’t care what others think if I did... my life would most likely suck. I chose to stand away from the bobble headed masses.
As a lone witch séances are very hard. Normally it helps to have other people there. The reason is the more you focus on the person you want to contact the more likely they are to hear you. And I have never been good on focus.
I watched as the full moon rose higher and higher into the sky. Listened as the clock struck nine, then ten, eleven, and when the clock struck twelve I lit the candles around me. And said the words I had already memorized by heart:
“Time has passed, your souls’ moved on. Though now on this night of hallows eve I ask you Abigail to answer me plea. I ask you Abigail to talk to me. The veil between your world and mine is thinned only tonight. I call you as your sister in magic; I call you as your sister in soul. Though time has passed and your souls’ moved on I call you on this hallow day and ask you to talk to me I call you now your body and soul. I call you now Abigail Williams now come to me.” The next moment seemed to be the longest of my life I couldn’t tell if it was seconds, minutes, or hours before the real magic started. A wind conjured from some unseen force blew out my candles one by one, taking out my circle from left to right. Then like well… magic they all lit themselves again. And then I blinked. When I opened my eyes a girl about my age was sitting across from me.
“Hello. My name is Abigail Williams, are you the one who called me?”
?” The girl said. Holy friggin shit. Wait that actually worked… or am I going crazy. Crazy people rarely question their sanity my inner monologue reminded me for the thousandth time.
“Are you going to talk” said Abigail “or just stare at me?”

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.07.2010

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