Slewfoot: A Tale of Bewitchery

by Brom

their endless staring and whispering behind hands becoming more than she could bare. She dropped her eyes to the floor, trying not to hear them, and there, amongst the entire village, Abitha found she felt completely alone, more alone than ever in her life.

I hope she kills them all tbh

“Abitha is dead, they killed her, all that is left is wrath and malice … my restless soul. Do you understand?”

A hard grimace set on Abitha’s face. “If it is a witch they want,” she hissed, “then a witch they shall have.”