The wiccan of Savannah

Thriller Stories | Nov 7, 2012 | 2 min read
16 Votes, average: 4 out of 5
There once was a girl who lived in the rustling town of Savannah, it was the 1800's so there wasn't much to do. She was 15, and her name was Salem. Being named after the Salem witch trials, you can pretty much tell she was a sick girl. When she wasn't at her house, or with her friend Alice, she always hung around the abandoned barn right off river street. Writing in her notebook, reading poetry, or just enjoying the scenery. So they thought.. Salem was a Wiccan, she practiced witch craft at the old barn. Casting minor spells, her attempts weren't as successful as those of the town she was named after.

One day, after her school work was complete, some troublesome young men started to tease her. One even assaulted her with a rock. She quickly snapped, grabbing both boys by the hair and slamming their faces into the dirt. Within her outrage an idea sparked, Maybe, just Maybe they could be used for a sacrifice. She quickly smirked grabbing both of the unconscious body's dragging them to her barn. Once there, Salem grabbed her notebook, and sat staring at the young boys. "I wonder...Should I kill them or Should I use their soul in the sacrifice?" She fidgeted with her notebook, and sighed. Carving a wiccan pentacle into their foreheads, she lined their bodies with powdered belladonna. Setting the powder to a flame she smiled as the pentacle lite up. Now I'm not exact on what happened next, I'm just a everyday witch enthusiast. But, it's fabled that the pentacles light up, bringing demons from hell itself, to drag Salem into the fire for dabbling with the art of witch craft.

The two boy's were killed in the middle of the ceremony, and soon after the three bodies were found. The police deemed it as cult activity.

UPDATE: I-it's me. Stacy. I wrote the story "The wiccan of Savannah" DO NOT READ IT! Reading the story, or even hearing it, will result in the visitation of Salem the wicked! I didn't believe it at first, and just shrugged it over my shoulder. Until I started to fall ill, I just assumed it was a cold, and went along with my day. That night I was visited by multiple shadows. I am NOT crazy! I thought it was just shadows from the trees, and the moonlight. Boy, was I wrong. Last night, my illness became worse, and while I was asleep a deep thump woke me......Then I saw it....The wiccan pentacle was on my ceiling! Under it was a chilling message. "For telling my story, you can join the boys." The pentacle light up, and I swear all I could smell was burning belladonna! I got up and ran as far and as fast as my legs could carry me! Now I reside in the Bibb medical center in Centreville Alabama. Be safe everyone. I will update after my recovery.

UPDATE: Bibb country police office,
July 7th 2001,
Victims name: Stacy Marie Campbell
Victims age: 31
Time of death: July 6th 2001, 8:12 PM
Cause of death: Murder
Details: Found with a pentagram on her forehead, inside a body stencil of belledonna. Next to her was a note which read. "You cannot escape, once you've heard my story, you must join me."
Current situation: Murderer not known, victim to be buried July, 10th, 2001.

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