The night just start, and some screams already break the silence of the city since the recent accusations. 

Everybody start to close their shutters by fear. Blood will flow tonight. 

And in all this terror, I, become someone.

I’m born. In a crazy world full of danger and anger, by all these fools. I, personally, would not choose this time to born, maybe because of the misery that reigns on this country. I could talking about how my life   be taken by things that I didn´t choose, like my real nature, but I won´t, maybe because I don´t want to scare anyone. There is a name for that, but, in my opinion it doesn’t really define the thing like people see it. People see that, what I am, as a satanic, bloody and blasphemous thing, but in fact, the only blasphemous thing it’s what they did. But whatever, let me tell you what really happened. 

It was near of Samhain, Halloween for the British education, the celebration of the  dead, the night of the death, also called the night of the witches.I'd always lived in Salem, in the Massachusetts. And I’d never leaved my home sweet home.

Anyway,  the stars brights and the moon is full. Since some weeks, citizens seems nervous. Apparently, a sort of darkness invades the town and grows more and more, a sort of curse as they said, like a black rave of darkness. Perhaps, it was probably  a sign by the way. All magic comes with a price. By the way of black and voluptuous form, I am the black sheep of this story. I am Abigail Williams, and I am going to narrate you, my curse, my story