MONSTERS •1•

•Samantha•

A beautiful young girl was born on the most cursed day of the year; October 31, 1855. The spirits of her ancestors were all very happy on the day. Their grandchild was born with the power so great, all creatures know who she will become. The child's mother was not born with any power, so she rejected the witch culture, and hoped that her daughter would follow her foot steps.

The young, happy family lived in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania. They all lived in peace until July 1, 1863.

The little girl, Samantha, was only eight years old. She was outside the day that the gunfire started, and didn't stop for the next three days. Samantha's dark brown hair was in a loose braid and her light blue dress--that matches her vibrant eyes-- whipped in the wind as Sam ran back to her house. The high pipping of rifles and the low boom of cannons are ringing in the small child's ears, along with screams of the dying and the terrified.

"Mommy! Daddy! the soldiers are here! They're fighting!" Samantha's high voice screams. The door to the stone house was opened by Sam's father.

"Get in, get in! Hurry!" Her mother appeared behind her father. Samantha's little feet carried her into the safe arms of her parents.

Jean Ann, Sam's mom, shut the door and locked it. Jean Ann locked the door, and then scrunched up her cream-colored apron.

"What are we going to do?" Jean Ann's worried voice asks as she hugs her father around his waist.

"We stay inside and wait it out." His dark brown eyes harden as the sounds of gunfire drowns out his voice.

The family then departs to do their things. Samantha went into the attic during the day and used the light from the windows to look at the photos of her ancestors. Jean Ann worked on her current quilt as her husband, James, sat at his desk and worked on the bills for his office.

Three days have gone by and Samantha has grown restless with sitting in the house. The gunshots have stopped last night.

"Mommy, can I please go outside?" The little girl jumps up and down, her light blue skirt fluffs in the air. Jean Ann looks up to the roof of her house as her child jumps around her.

"Fine, fine. I give! You can go after lunch." Sam stops jumping after her mother presses down on daughter's shoulder's

"Yay! Daddy, I get to go outside!" The little ball of energy ran through the house, excited about going outside.

After a lunch of potato soup, Samantha runs outside, and a short hour later, she came home confused.

"Mommy, Daddy. I think we have a problem." Her bare feet walk through the house to find her parents sitting on the back porch.

"What is it, sweety?" James pulls his daughter on to his lap.

"I can still see soldiers, but I can see through them." Sam bunches her skirt up with her hands. James whips his head over to his wife and glares over at her. The chances were slim to none that Samantha would inherit the witch magic. James doesn't like this because his mother was murdered by witches.

Samantha just turns her head from the problem and runs off to play with the other children.

A few years have passed and Samantha can not stand to be in the same building as her abusive father. James beat and yelled at both his wife and child because of the ghosts that Sam can see. When people asked what happened to the two women, James would say that he was putting them in their place.

Jean Ann and the teenager Samantha then bought poison and poisoned the man of the house, and in later years they move to New York City after they got enough money.