Hearing Light: Prologue
In a small house, young Witch Ann was killed falsely. A young girl named Naomi is left alone for one weekend with a few friends and her closest new friend next door, Quinn. But something is different about Quinn; he's fairly secretive about his older brother who has been in a mental hospital for quite some time. Will Naomi survive the madness of high school and the madness of vengeful souls? The story will become more modern after this prologue!
A young girl no older than nine sat still on the floor. Her legs were pulled up to her chest, and her head was rested gently atop. The dim fire flickering gently was what kept her warm as she was alone. Her small doll was resting next to her and was the last of what she truly owned. This house was not meant to be hers, it was her mothers, but she had left her just a few days ago. She began to hum to herself a soft tune as she stared on at the enchanting fire. The embers soon died down and the room was covered once again in darkness. The girl picked up her doll as she walked back to her poor room. She doesn't know how she was able to survive for as long as she has, but "All that matters", she would say to herself, "Is that I'm still alive." The people of the town still believe Elizabeth, her mother, was still living in the household.
She lied back in her bed with her white nightgown covering her shivering body. She pulled up her sheet which barely kept the heat from escaping her. She was awoken by the shouting of men and women coming down the road. The child stood up to look where they were heading, towards her home. She ran to her Mom's room and hid under her bed. The door was soon kicked in and many people rushed into the home.
"Ann!" Where are you?" one shouted.
"Find her, and her mother! It can't be too hard to find a nine year old." Another shouted. Ann stayed as quiet as she could under the bed. The shout of crashes were heard as many cases and plates were broken trying to find her. The door leading to her hiding was opened. Two men by the sound of their shoes were searching for her. The room was slowly destroyed along with her Mom's only mirror. "Ann, Elizabeth! Where are you two hiding?!" a deep man's voice shouted. Ann didn't know who these people were. They soon cleared out of her mother's room. She waited for the feeling of them being gone and stepped out. Ann took slow un-easy steps towards the rest of the house.
Glass was shattered in every direction along with the house being torn. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw her destroyed house. She crept gently towards the entryway. The silence was broken as she was quickly yanked back by her long hair and held tightly. She struggled to get out of the grasp but was too weak. Ann faced a large man with large black long hair and he looked like a noble.
"Ann, where is your mother?" he asked her. His voice was velvety and smooth, but the tone was menacing. A glint in his eyes flickered with excitement as he approached the next victim of the town; the man peered at Ann causing her to slightly flinch. She looked up at him with hatred, "She's gone."
The man looked at her confused, "Do you mean she's left for a minute?" Ann looked down at her feet, "No, sir."
"Then where is she?!" he began to raise his voice. The hair on his head was practically rising slowly with his anger. In his town he was one not to be messed with. Not just due to the fact he was a noble, but also to the fact that he had a fierce temper.
"Don't know! I woke up one morning and she's gone." Ann replied scared.
The man glared at her, "So she's left without a trace?"
"Yessum." She replied, what did these people want with her and her mother? The man threw her to the side, "Ann, there's been some claims that you and your mother have had contact with spirits from the other side. How have you survived for so long?"
The young brunette looked up frightfully at the crowd surrounding her. She closed her eyes tightly and replied, "I...I don't know sir." She was now sobbing, "But I know I ain't no witch!" A woman picked her up off the floor and held her, not comforting her, but keeping her from making any movement. The man gave the woman a signal and she dragged Ann away from her home. She kicked and screamed, trying to escape. Her escape effort was futile and ended in failure.
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She was brought to a place that was colder than her house. The walls were dark gray with small barred windows. She sat with her knees hugging her chest. Tears flowed at all the losses she has; now she didn't even have her doll to comfort her now. So all she did was lean against a wall and close her eyes. She drifted away into a deep sleep waking up with a sign on the back of her door reading, "Witch Ann".
Ann was brought many trials where she had to try to prove herself innocent without any support. The day of her final trial came and she was older. Her old white nightgown now a yellow-brown and her brown hair was grown to her back. Her long straight bangs were matted together, as she was never able to clean herself. She stared blankly at the judge. "Are all the parties present?" He asked tiredly.
His long white wig was falling to one side as he leaned on one arm. Namine leered blankly at the floor and said, "Yes." she had no defense attorney and was to fend for herself. The doors to the courtroom suddenly opened, "I'm sorry your honor, I was terribly caught up on a matter." The judge cocked one eyebrow and waved his gabble around at the said man who walked in, "And who are you?"
The man took off his hat and smiled, "This little lady's attorney I'd be. Don't you worry Ann, everything will be fine." He had emerald green eyes and red-brown hair. The man had so much confidence in his appearance, "My name's Lee Preston your honor."
He patted her head calmingly and smiled. She looked up at him with surprise and with the last hope that she had. All the stories her mom had told her, about the young boy who had red hair and the strange accent, were true. She remembered every story she was told, and committed them to memory.
By the look in the judge's eye, he knew about the boy and him owning part of the city at the age of 15. The charisma charm he had was enough to scare any other lawyer away. The case continued and it was his turn to call a witness. "I call to the stand Mrs. Dubose." An old woman from the Plaintiff stand wobbled up. Her cane held her up and she stood near the judge. The Bailiff walked up to her and questioned, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
"I do." She replied.
"You may sit." Mrs. Dubose was an old woman who was in her mid-seventies at the least. A white puff of hair rested on her head and sun spots covered her face. Lee stood up and strutted over to Mrs. Dubose. He looked at her and smiled kindly, "Mrs. Dubose, when did you see Ann here committing the act of witchcraft?" She looked down at her hands and moved an ancient head up to look at the young boy, "Well...It was around 3 weeks ago and I was walking by Ann's house. I heard a clang of metal on the inside and she was stirring something on a pot. It gave a strange odor out the window and it made my head hurt. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground passed out like."
Lee nodded his head, "How did you recover? I thought a witch's brew would 'deadly' as most folks say, what happened when you woke up?" She swallowed and looked at the crowd and at the judge.
"My head was still hurtin', but when I woke up I was back in my house. My apples were on the table in a basket and nothing was wrong. But, there were bruised all up my arms and legs! She then did somethin' to me!" Lee looked at her comprehensively and asked, "Do you have any proof of her being the culprit? Anyone could have picked you up and have taken you home." Mrs. Dubose was quiet, almost as quiet as Ann was.
Hours later, the jury was making their decision. The judge looked at Ann and frowned. He looked at her and said, "The defendant is deemed guilty by the Salem court. She is to be extinguished by what is found suitable by the jury." Ann's legs began to quiver as she collapsed on the ground. The time has come for her, she's done.
Lee looked at her and back at the judge, "You all believe in this old woman's tall tale? This case was unfair and treated disrespectfully!" Lee became quiet again and he walked to Naomi he got down to her level and gave her a hug and whispered sadly, "I'm sorry." He turned around and left the courtroom as soon as the judge. Ann's head hung low.
Later that day, Ann was brought to her home, just as destroyed as when she left. They locked her in the cellar for 4 days before she was claimed to have died by dehydration and lack of food. But those facts seemed to be false. A party of people came to the sight and found the girl gone, but with stains of red everywhere. One woman holding a cantle shivered as something cold came over her and her arm was gashed. Slowly along the arm a large and deep cut was made. As soon as it finished, all the candles held by the people below were extinguished. Everyone screamed and dashed out, dragging the bleeding woman out trying to save her, but by the time she was out of the house, the blood had been gone from her body.
Ann's house was built over, and over 300 years passed and the house still stood. It was being rebuilt, reborn, and recreated as an almost replica of the original house in the 1600's but adding on a second story. Elizabeth never returned and abandoned her daughter. Poor thing, her mother leaving her for the court, she must have known and fled. That was the life of that child, the fateful event that fed an-unknown anger in her heart, one that was to slowly swell for the next 300 years.
Many people have owned the house, but every owner has moved away after the first year. They have had strange claims of apparitions appearing and a feeling of being watched. The sound of a faint song echoed in the hallway.
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She lied back in her bed with her white nightgown covering her shivering body. She pulled up her sheet which barely kept the heat from escaping her. She was awoken by the shouting of men and women coming down the road. The child stood up to look where they were heading, towards her home. She ran to her Mom's room and hid under her bed. The door was soon kicked in and many people rushed into the home.
"Ann!" Where are you?" one shouted.
"Find her, and her mother! It can't be too hard to find a nine year old." Another shouted. Ann stayed as quiet as she could under the bed. The shout of crashes were heard as many cases and plates were broken trying to find her. The door leading to her hiding was opened. Two men by the sound of their shoes were searching for her. The room was slowly destroyed along with her Mom's only mirror. "Ann, Elizabeth! Where are you two hiding?!" a deep man's voice shouted. Ann didn't know who these people were. They soon cleared out of her mother's room. She waited for the feeling of them being gone and stepped out. Ann took slow un-easy steps towards the rest of the house.
Glass was shattered in every direction along with the house being torn. Tears welled in her eyes as she saw her destroyed house. She crept gently towards the entryway. The silence was broken as she was quickly yanked back by her long hair and held tightly. She struggled to get out of the grasp but was too weak. Ann faced a large man with large black long hair and he looked like a noble.
"Ann, where is your mother?" he asked her. His voice was velvety and smooth, but the tone was menacing. A glint in his eyes flickered with excitement as he approached the next victim of the town; the man peered at Ann causing her to slightly flinch. She looked up at him with hatred, "She's gone."
The man looked at her confused, "Do you mean she's left for a minute?" Ann looked down at her feet, "No, sir."
"Then where is she?!" he began to raise his voice. The hair on his head was practically rising slowly with his anger. In his town he was one not to be messed with. Not just due to the fact he was a noble, but also to the fact that he had a fierce temper.
"Don't know! I woke up one morning and she's gone." Ann replied scared.
The man glared at her, "So she's left without a trace?"
"Yessum." She replied, what did these people want with her and her mother? The man threw her to the side, "Ann, there's been some claims that you and your mother have had contact with spirits from the other side. How have you survived for so long?"
The young brunette looked up frightfully at the crowd surrounding her. She closed her eyes tightly and replied, "I...I don't know sir." She was now sobbing, "But I know I ain't no witch!" A woman picked her up off the floor and held her, not comforting her, but keeping her from making any movement. The man gave the woman a signal and she dragged Ann away from her home. She kicked and screamed, trying to escape. Her escape effort was futile and ended in failure.
----
She was brought to a place that was colder than her house. The walls were dark gray with small barred windows. She sat with her knees hugging her chest. Tears flowed at all the losses she has; now she didn't even have her doll to comfort her now. So all she did was lean against a wall and close her eyes. She drifted away into a deep sleep waking up with a sign on the back of her door reading, "Witch Ann".
Ann was brought many trials where she had to try to prove herself innocent without any support. The day of her final trial came and she was older. Her old white nightgown now a yellow-brown and her brown hair was grown to her back. Her long straight bangs were matted together, as she was never able to clean herself. She stared blankly at the judge. "Are all the parties present?" He asked tiredly.
His long white wig was falling to one side as he leaned on one arm. Namine leered blankly at the floor and said, "Yes." she had no defense attorney and was to fend for herself. The doors to the courtroom suddenly opened, "I'm sorry your honor, I was terribly caught up on a matter." The judge cocked one eyebrow and waved his gabble around at the said man who walked in, "And who are you?"
The man took off his hat and smiled, "This little lady's attorney I'd be. Don't you worry Ann, everything will be fine." He had emerald green eyes and red-brown hair. The man had so much confidence in his appearance, "My name's Lee Preston your honor."
He patted her head calmingly and smiled. She looked up at him with surprise and with the last hope that she had. All the stories her mom had told her, about the young boy who had red hair and the strange accent, were true. She remembered every story she was told, and committed them to memory.
By the look in the judge's eye, he knew about the boy and him owning part of the city at the age of 15. The charisma charm he had was enough to scare any other lawyer away. The case continued and it was his turn to call a witness. "I call to the stand Mrs. Dubose." An old woman from the Plaintiff stand wobbled up. Her cane held her up and she stood near the judge. The Bailiff walked up to her and questioned, "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"
"I do." She replied.
"You may sit." Mrs. Dubose was an old woman who was in her mid-seventies at the least. A white puff of hair rested on her head and sun spots covered her face. Lee stood up and strutted over to Mrs. Dubose. He looked at her and smiled kindly, "Mrs. Dubose, when did you see Ann here committing the act of witchcraft?" She looked down at her hands and moved an ancient head up to look at the young boy, "Well...It was around 3 weeks ago and I was walking by Ann's house. I heard a clang of metal on the inside and she was stirring something on a pot. It gave a strange odor out the window and it made my head hurt. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground passed out like."
Lee nodded his head, "How did you recover? I thought a witch's brew would 'deadly' as most folks say, what happened when you woke up?" She swallowed and looked at the crowd and at the judge.
"My head was still hurtin', but when I woke up I was back in my house. My apples were on the table in a basket and nothing was wrong. But, there were bruised all up my arms and legs! She then did somethin' to me!" Lee looked at her comprehensively and asked, "Do you have any proof of her being the culprit? Anyone could have picked you up and have taken you home." Mrs. Dubose was quiet, almost as quiet as Ann was.
Hours later, the jury was making their decision. The judge looked at Ann and frowned. He looked at her and said, "The defendant is deemed guilty by the Salem court. She is to be extinguished by what is found suitable by the jury." Ann's legs began to quiver as she collapsed on the ground. The time has come for her, she's done.
Lee looked at her and back at the judge, "You all believe in this old woman's tall tale? This case was unfair and treated disrespectfully!" Lee became quiet again and he walked to Naomi he got down to her level and gave her a hug and whispered sadly, "I'm sorry." He turned around and left the courtroom as soon as the judge. Ann's head hung low.
Later that day, Ann was brought to her home, just as destroyed as when she left. They locked her in the cellar for 4 days before she was claimed to have died by dehydration and lack of food. But those facts seemed to be false. A party of people came to the sight and found the girl gone, but with stains of red everywhere. One woman holding a cantle shivered as something cold came over her and her arm was gashed. Slowly along the arm a large and deep cut was made. As soon as it finished, all the candles held by the people below were extinguished. Everyone screamed and dashed out, dragging the bleeding woman out trying to save her, but by the time she was out of the house, the blood had been gone from her body.
Ann's house was built over, and over 300 years passed and the house still stood. It was being rebuilt, reborn, and recreated as an almost replica of the original house in the 1600's but adding on a second story. Elizabeth never returned and abandoned her daughter. Poor thing, her mother leaving her for the court, she must have known and fled. That was the life of that child, the fateful event that fed an-unknown anger in her heart, one that was to slowly swell for the next 300 years.
Many people have owned the house, but every owner has moved away after the first year. They have had strange claims of apparitions appearing and a feeling of being watched. The sound of a faint song echoed in the hallway.
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