| tmaclay ( @ 2006-05-12 12:55:00 |
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Witchita Kansas
December 4, 2003
We're in between stops right now. We're on our way to Salem Mass. I've got some withcy friends there that'll help us. We've already got shelter, the old Sanderson house...three witches, not the good kind though. These sisters harmed people and ate children. Rumor has it that they came back once The black flame candle was lit by a virgin(go figure!), so they came back on All hallows Eve and ran amok. The homestead was abandoned after that and the museum people just up and ran off. So the bank had to sell, and my friend Lola bought it and restored it so that it no longer looked like a museum. Lola is almost as old a witch as I am, her husband Merrick is a wizard and he found a way to brew a forever young potion, this is how they've lived so long. It wasn't natural like me. Things are getting worse for Reece I'm afraid he blames me for this predicament that We're in, he also often says that he feels like a part of him is missing. I wish I could help him but I suppose I can't.
-Tara