“Sarah Bolluck. You have hereby been accused of witchcraft. What have you to say for yourself?”

“Nothing that will change your mind.”

“Then let her be hanged!”

The crown roars. Pitchforks and lanterns at the ready.

It’s very early in the witch trials. Only a few accused so far. Sarah Bolluck has always been the most obvious.

From people claiming her eyes change colors, to the paleness of her face. Her pointed ears and inhuman voice. Sarah Bullock was always seen as something other than human. But they never knew how dangerous something is, when you don’t understand it.

Sarah Bolluck holds her head high and as soon as the executioner is about to kick the barrel out from under her feet, she vanishes.

“I knew she was a witch!” Her neighbor yells!

“I said that I couldn’t change your mind. But that was only with words.” Sarah’s voice rings through the trees.

The breeze starts picking up. The moon vanishes behind a cloud and someone screams.

“Something touched my face! She’s cast a spell on me!” A woman falls to the ground, clawing at her face. “Get it off!”

People step back. Nothing to do for someone cursed.

“Simple humans. Blaming others for your downfall.”

Another woman drops.

The mayor looks fearful. Terror radiates in his eyes. He looks like a lamb being hunted.

“Come on out witch! Pay for you crimes on earth before you have to pay for them in hell!”

Everything around him goes dark. Long claw like nails dig into his sides. Red eyes stare back at him and her fangs are drawn.

“Who says we aren’t in hell?”