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The year was 1655, and in a small village called Verdan, cries of "Witch! Witch! Witch!" accompanies a mob of villages, young and old, male and female, as they approach a small house on a hill, owned by an old widow, Agatha Sharpe. The black and white wattle and daub house had two floors, and included a small front garden, which was populated by black roses and a large apple tree. The house also had a large garden at the rear, which contained a small cemetery, containing several pets and the grave of the widow's late husband. The mob, holding torches and waving pitchforks, swords, rakes and the odd musket approached the heavy wooden gate in front of the property, still crying "Witch! Witch! Witch!" with the leader of the group, Jeffrey Wyatt, proceeding to open the gate, to a rapturous applause.

Meanwhile in the master bedroom of the small wattle and daub house, Agatha, a once happy, vibrant member of the community, lay shaking as she begin having nightmare's about what the mob might do to her; burn her to death, disembowel her, hang her etc. She peered to a painting on the room, the room dimly lit by candle night, with a large wooden bed in the one corner. The painting was that of her late husband, Keith Sharpe, a local blacksmith, whom was killed in an accident five years prior to these events. The man in the picture, tall, well built, with an English moustache, which began at the upper lip, with large whiskers pulled to the side, slightly curved, and pointing slightly upwards. He was leaning on a wooden chair, and looked cheerful, something with Agatha, petrified for her safety, was not. Agatha began praying furiously, begging God to save her, but before she could say "Amen", her front door was kicked in by a furious Wyatt, with the atmosphere reaching fever pitch the chanting and crying echoed through the small house. Minutes later, Wyatt had reached a petrified Agatha, now in her 60's, with grey, shoulder length hair and wearing white bedclothes, whom said in a nervous and frosty tone "You came devil Wyatt, and you have found him, you!". Wyatt, tasting the fear in Agatha's speech, replied 'the devil is scared of something inferior to himself, maybe our work is loosening the Devils grip on mankind after all". Following on this brief discussion, Wyatt, wearing a dark grey jacket, petticoat breeches and a large brimmed hat, grabbed the petrified widow, and marched her down the lavish oak staircase and into the garden, where several members of the crown were busy digging.

Eventually, it was clear that the crown were digging a grave, and which poor Agatha would soon fill, albeit in horrific circumstances. Agatha was being shaken to pieces by nerves and disgust, the air filled with the smell of burning torches and sweat, as the few members of the crowd stopped digging and the crying of "Witch! Witch! Witch!" subsided, as Wyatt addressed the crowd, the atmosphere reaching feve pitch "This fiend in the shape of a woman has endangered our lives by engaging with the devil, proof of this coming in the form of her husbands death, which I can assure y'all was no accident, the poor man having been set alit by the devil upon the orders of this hag! Due to her crimes, it seems fitting that she should be returned to the ground from which she came!" The crown erupted, chanting "KILL HER!", whilst others simply applauded Wyatt's speech.

Wyatt and the crowd turned to where the digging had taken place, in the small-secluded graveyard, populated by a variety of gravestones. One grave in particular had been dug up, with Wyatt stating to the crowd "This is the grave of the man she killed in conjunction with the devil, may she rot with him". The casket lid was lifted, revealing a horrifying stench, and the 5-year-old remains of a main, some flesh still remaining on the corpse. The casket lid was placed on the ground, where another man, in his forties, carved into the top "Here lies the remains of Agatha Steele and her victim Keith. May him who opens this casket be cursed for eternity". Wyatt grabbed the widow, who put up a fight, dragging her heels and then hitting the tall, middle-aged man, to no effect. Once Wyatt and the horrified and petrified Agatha reached the grave, Agatha could not look at the indecency and unethical attitude of the crown, having dug up her husband, whom died tragically when embers form the fire used for his work as a blacksmith caught his clothes, setting the man on fire. Wyatt, grabbed Agatha, and in a single movement, threw her into the casket, telling her "Now you can be with your husband for ever, and you can suffer for you crimes, in hell! Now lie down hag and await your doom!". Agatha's heart was racing so fast it could have sped out of her body, as she began to realize what was awaiting her, as the lid was laced on top of her, the world going black….

Description
The year was 1655, and in a small village called Verdan, cries of "Witch! Witch! Witch!" accompanies a mob of villages, young and old, male and female, as they approach a small house on a hill, owned by an old widow, Agatha Sharpe. The black and white wattle and daub house had two floors, and included a small front garden, which was populated by black roses and a large apple tree. The house also had a large garden at the rear, which contained a small cemetery, containing several pets and the grave of the widow's late husband. The mob, holding torches and waving pitchforks, swords, rakes and the odd musket approached the heavy wooden gate in front of the property, still crying "Witch! Witch! Witch!" with the leader of the group, Jeffrey Wyatt, proceeding to open the gate, to a rapturous applause.

Meanwhile in the master bedroom of the small wattle and daub house, Agatha, a once happy, vibrant member of the community, lay shaking as she begin having nightmare's about what the mob might do to her; burn her to death, disembowel her, hang her etc. She peered to a painting on the room, the room dimly lit by candle night, with a large wooden bed in the one corner. The painting was that of her late husband, Keith Sharpe, a local blacksmith, whom was killed in an accident five years prior to these events. The man in the picture, tall, well built, with an English moustache, which began at the upper lip, with large whiskers pulled to the side, slightly curved, and pointing slightly upwards. He was leaning on a wooden chair, and looked cheerful, something with Agatha, petrified for her safety, was not. Agatha began praying furiously, begging God to save her, but before she could say "Amen", her front door was kicked in by a furious Wyatt, with the atmosphere reaching fever pitch the chanting and crying echoed through the small house. Minutes later, Wyatt had reached a petrified Agatha, now in her 60's, with grey, shoulder length hair and wearing white bedclothes, whom said in a nervous and frosty tone "You came devil Wyatt, and you have found him, you!". Wyatt, tasting the fear in Agatha's speech, replied 'the devil is scared of something inferior to himself, maybe our work is loosening the Devils grip on mankind after all". Following on this brief discussion, Wyatt, wearing a dark grey jacket, petticoat breeches and a large brimmed hat, grabbed the petrified widow, and marched her down the lavish oak staircase and into the garden, where several members of the crown were busy digging.

Eventually, it was clear that the crown were digging a grave, and which poor Agatha would soon fill, albeit in horrific circumstances. Agatha was being shaken to pieces by nerves and disgust, the air filled with the smell of burning torches and sweat, as the few members of the crowd stopped digging and the crying of "Witch! Witch! Witch!" subsided, as Wyatt addressed the crowd, the atmosphere reaching feve pitch "This fiend in the shape of a woman has endangered our lives by engaging with the devil, proof of this coming in the form of her husbands death, which I can assure y'all was no accident, the poor man having been set alit by the devil upon the orders of this hag! Due to her crimes, it seems fitting that she should be returned to the ground from which she came!" The crown erupted, chanting "KILL HER!", whilst others simply applauded Wyatt's speech.

Wyatt and the crowd turned to where the digging had taken place, in the small-secluded graveyard, populated by a variety of gravestones. One grave in particular had been dug up, with Wyatt stating to the crowd "This is the grave of the man she killed in conjunction with the devil, may she rot with him". The casket lid was lifted, revealing a horrifying stench, and the 5-year-old remains of a main, some flesh still remaining on the corpse. The casket lid was placed on the ground, where another man, in his forties, carved into the top "Here lies the remains of Agatha Steele and her victim Keith. May him who opens this casket be cursed for eternity". Wyatt grabbed the widow, who put up a fight, dragging her heels and then hitting the tall, middle-aged man, to no effect. Once Wyatt and the horrified and petrified Agatha reached the grave, Agatha could not look at the indecency and unethical attitude of the crown, having dug up her husband, whom died tragically when embers form the fire used for his work as a blacksmith caught his clothes, setting the man on fire. Wyatt, grabbed Agatha, and in a single movement, threw her into the casket, telling her "Now you can be with your husband for ever, and you can suffer for you crimes, in hell! Now lie down hag and await your doom!". Agatha's heart was racing so fast it could have sped out of her body, as she began to realize what was awaiting her, as the lid was laced on top of her, the world going black….