So there once was this lady, she lived in California, close to the Pacific Ocean-I wanna say somewhere like The OC, you know, like the show? Anyway, she was a real witch, not the spell casting kind, more like the kind where you would replace the W with a B, ya know? Anyway, she was into all kinds of nefarious shit, you know, being a hippie/witch of sorts, she used drugs, listened to that God-awful satanic music, crap…she was something else. Never in the history of the world has there been someone so evil, a friend of mine said she saw her murder someone, yes murder them! She was spying on her, sure she was in her own back yard this lady, but still! Anyway, my friend said she saw her in the middle of one of them praying circles, ya know, kneeling on the ground with stones all the way around her. Next thing she saw was this witch pick up a baby and cut it’s throat, poor baby! She let the blood drip into a bowl and then she said she saw her pick it up and drink it! Oh. My. God!! I had never heard of such a thing, made me damn glad I live on the other side of the pond ya know, cause nothing like that ever happens in England!
This is a Three Things Challenge as set by the haunted wordsmith, see link below:
Here are the three words for 14 June 2018: history, witch, Pacific Ocean
This story also includes the Word Prompt: Nefarious
I was born in Salem. Not the Salem in Massachusetts, renowned in history for it ancient witch trial. The one in Oregon, near the Pacific Ocean.
It was founded by settlers keen to leave behind those old stories of Witches and witchcraft and other nefarious things.
What they didn’t know was that it was coming with them.
Travelling with the settlers was my great-grandmother, Hecuba Carey. She had been young at the time. A woman with long red hair that she refused to keep tied up and under a bonnet. She had also been schooled well in the ways of witchery by her own mother and send forth with the…
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