My shrill scream echoed off the walls of my room. I was woken by the voices urging me to go into the kitchen. Well I know this isn't an urge to eat. Maybe she was down there again.
I threw some clothes on and started to go downstairs. I felt a cold breeze embrace my body, and I shivered.
Finally, I was a few steps from the kitchen. I took a deep breath and walked in. My eyes immediately went to the kitchen table. There she was.
She wasn't facing me, but I knew it was her. Her image flickered. Her black hair reached the ground, and her white dress was beyond repair with its dirt, blood, and scorch marks covering it. The ropes that restrained her looked old and demonic. She started to turn and I braced myself for what I already knew was there.
I sucked in a breath once she was completely facing me. Her face looked as if it were once beautiful. I could still see that she once had pale skin, sunken cheeks, and deep set eyes. But all of her features were hard to make out now. Her face was burned and scarred as if she had been tortured. I knew why she was tortured. She was a witch.