The Prophecy

I woke up at 5:30 that morning. It was a cold October day. The sun had not risen yet. I could feel the tension in the air as I walked to my car. I turned on the ignition and drove to Carrie's Cafe. I walked in and was greeted by my boss Carrie. "Hey, Julia" she said in that kind of tone that makes you feel safe. "Hi!" I said excitedly. I quickly put on my apron and start cleaning. I make sure there is cream and sugar at each table. I went and unlocked the door. Soon, customers started pilling in. That day was so busy I only had 20 minutes for lunch. I stayed longer than usual; I left about 9:30. When I got home I took a shower and changed into a pair of sweat pants and a pink tank top .I went to sleep only to be awakened by a nightmare .I was being chased by a dark cloaked figure in the woods. The weird thing is I have had the same dream for the past 5 years, ever since my mother died. 

I woke up at 9:00. I took a shower and ate breakfast. I changed into my work out clothes. I left for the gym at 10:30. First, I went to the treadmill then the optical course. I went to the yoga section last. I went grocery shopping after that. I got milk, eggs, cereal and chicken. When I got home I swear I saw something following me. I had the nightmare again .I checked my mail just because. There was an envelope with no address or anything. I opened it up .It said .......

Dear Julia,

Your great, great, great, well you get the idea grandmother was the first witch killed in the Salem witch trials. She was the most powerful witch of all time. She is not dead though. Meet me at 234 Salem roads at midnight.

Love,

The Prophecy 

I was shocked. I went on Google and typed In "First Witch Killed in Salem Witch Trials"

"Bridget Bishop was one of nineteen people executed for witchcraft in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1692. Born sometime in the 1630s, Bishop had been on her third marriage by the time the witch craze began. Bridget had one daughter, Christian Oliver, by her second husband in 1667, and married Edward Bishop, a lumber worker, in 1685.

Bridget was well-known in her neighborhood. She publicly fought with all of her husbands, dressed flamboyantly (although for Puritans, that just meant she liked to wear big hats and a red bodice with her black dress), and was the mistress not one but two taverns. She developed a reputation for entertaining into the wee hours of the night, playing forbidden games such as shuffle board, and generally being the target of much speculation and gossip. In other words, Bridget Bishop didn't seem to care what society thought of her - and because of that, she became a likely target when the accusations began. She was, in personality and reputation, the polar opposite of the pious Rebecca Nurse, although they both ended up on a scaffold.

In April, 1692, a warrant was issued for Bishop's arrest on charges of performing witchcraft and consorting with the devil himself. When she entered the courthouse, a number of the "afflicted" girls, including Mercy Lewis and Ann Putnam, howled that she was causing them pain. Bishop denied any wrongdoing, swearing that she was "innocent as the child unborn," according to Mary Norton's In the Devil's Snare.

Bishop's wild ways were used as evidence against her. Certainly the town dyer's claim that she brought him yards lace to color was proof that she was up to something; after all, no sensible or respectable woman could need that much colored lace. In addition to this damning testimony, and the accusations of the teenage girls, Bishop's own brother-in-law swore he'd seen her "conversing with the Devil" who "came bodily into her." She was executed on June 10.

After Bishop's hanging, eighteen others were executed for the crime of witchcraft, and one man was pressed to death. Several others died in prison. Within months of Bridget Bishop's death, her husband remarried.

Bridget's descendants through Christian Oliver still live in New England today, and her tavern, the Bishop House, still stands."

I had to go to that tavern I just had to. I decided to go tomorrow. 

I woke up at 9:00 and took a shower. I changed in to skinny jeans and a black tank top with my favorite leather jacket and my leather boots. I drove to the tavern. When I got there I hopped out of the car and went inside. I felt a tingling sensation as I walked inside. I saw a table with an engraving it read "I will be avenged for my death, Julia Oliver will be the new object of power in your sick world" I was frozen with fear as I read it again. I ran out of the tavern and into the woods. I ran as far away as I could. 

I was drawn to the cave as soon as I saw it. I saw something red dripping of the sides. I knew what it was. Blood 

I touched the blood. I looked at it. I realized it was mine.

I was cut horribly cut on the leg. I start to panic ,I don't know where I am and I I've got a cut leg. I decide to sleep in the cave for the night .I wake up at first light. I look at my leg. I am amazed the cut is gone. I moved it around and even walked on it. I started to make my journey back. I make it back to the tavern around 3:00. I see police and helicopters everywhere .I suddenly see a swarm of medics and police swarming around me."Stop!' I yelled "I was only gone for a day!' one police officer spoke up "Um, miss you were gone for a week. You went missing October 5th .Today is October 11th". I was scared; I only remember being gone for a day. They took me to the hospital then the police station. I told them everything but the carving in the table and the letter.

After they finally let me go home I was so tired. I feel asleep like the Sand Man had dropped a little too much sleeping dust.

I skipped work. I felt weak. I was kind of in a trance the next couple of days. I decided not to go to the grave; I had enough action for the week. I have the same schedule everyday; Wake up, Work, Eat and Sleep. My life is boring.

I decided to start to put some meaning into my life.

I would work out every day and live life to the fullest .I would actually interact with people around me. I now love my life.

There is one thing still on my mind. Bridget Bishop.