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Darkness falls upon the village were birds don't sing any more except the odd owl hooting And the shriek of the wild boar. The last person lived till ninety-four the rest died before they were twenty caused by a witch burned to the stake In revenge, she killed a plenty. Who was this woman? Why was she killed? Only a few had known they say she practised witchcraft by night and her reputation had grown. She lived alone with her cat he was as black as night itself into the dark witching hours You could hear the devil himself. Smoke burns from the chimney stack beautiful, colourful lights to the naked eye one could see figures floating most nights. Tall figures, short figures animal like were born from the color of gold hardly a soul lived to tell how the story itself would unfold. What were those figures why were they here? only the witch was carefully informed all that was known that each new night figures were hideous and malformed. Disappearing speedily into the night no one knew were they would go or the purpose of their timely birth no light could anyone throw. All of a sudden an angry crowd gathered to catch the witch in the act wilfully accused of black magic they say it was a matter of fact. At 10.35 on a chilly day the witch paid the price with her life the black cat let out an eerie squeak the atmosphere could be cut with a knife. To this day the smoke appears even though the house is decayed if you look very closely into the smoke the figures still appear BE AFRAID!