This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents
are products of the author‟s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any
resemblance to events or places or persons, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.
Preface It was the
year of 1695 in the village of Bellwood. It was a peaceful night with a full
Moon and the stars were twinkling. The village of Bellwood was located deep in
New England and was home to hundreds of God fearing people. They sailed from
England to settle in America for a better way of life and escape religious
prosecution. Jacob Bellwood, 60 years old, settled the town of Bellwood in 1657
along with 20 of his Puritan followers. Jacob died in 1673 and his son, Edward,
became the leader of the village. Then Edward‟s wife died in 1689 and he was in
search of a new bride. On the outskirt of the village was a home where Margret
and Anna, two ladies who both were 30 years old, lived together. They were
practicing witches and Edward was the process of putting them on trial and
having them burned at the stake. The main reason he was doing this was because
Anna rejected his courtship for marriage. Later by spying on the two ladies, he
learned they were not only witches, but also lesbian witches. He discovered
this one night when he spied on them through their bedroom window and saw them
in bed together having sex. Margret caught wind of Edward and the Bellwood
Judge, John Bradstreet‟s intention of bringing them to trial then burning them
at the stake for being lesbian witches. After Anna was told about their
potential demise, they both agreed to put a spell 4 on Edward and John to
hopefully change their minds. So one Wednesday night in May 1691, Margret and
Anna went down in their basement at 1:00 a.m. A black pot was under a fire in
the middle of their basement. Margret held an antique book of spells that was
handed down to her from her mother. Anna stirred the liquid inside the pot with
a thick wooden stick. “We‟re almost there and need two of the most important
ingredients,” Margret told Anna who continued to stir the liquid. “I hope this
potions works,” Anna said while she stirred. “It worked on you,” Margret said
and blew Anna a kiss. Anna smiled and blew Margret a return kiss. “Squeezing of
a gerbil,” Margret read from her book. Anna walked over to a table that had a
four-shelf bookcase filled with jars of unknown substances. At the one of the
table was a small wooden cage with a Gerbil inside. She opened up the cage and
grabbed the Gerbil. Anna walked the Gerbil back to the pot. She held the
critter over the pot and squeezed it. The Gerbil squeaked then she squeezed
harder and it was soon dead. She dropped it and it splashed into the boiling
liquid. She grabbed the stick and stirred for a few minutes. “Strands of hair
from a pixie,” Margret called out while she read her book. Anna walked back to
the table and grabbed a jar from the second shelf. It contained strands of
pixie hair, so she opened up the jar and grabbed some hair. She walked back to
the pot and dropped the
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