Roads of Guanajuato

Chapter One

They had arrived in Guanajuato that night, ready to enjoy these holidays that the third year group paid with the fact of compensating what happened in Cackle's Academy. That's right, Hecate Hardbroom, her younger sister Constance Hardbroom and her students: Felicity Foxglove, Mildred Hubble, Maria Zaragoza, Yanira Rivera and Indigo Moon were visiting the city of Guanajuato, located in central Mexico. They wanted to give Hecate the chance to meet new places after her confinement had been lifted thanks to Ada Cackle.

The group had stayed at the Hotel Santa Regina, a colonial-style hotel with orange walls, elegant balconies with flowers on them, perfectly maintained and very homely. All of them were amazed by the architecture of the city, but soon they were going to discover more things tomorrow.

Each group stayed in a room to rest, although Felicity and Mildred were the lucky ones because the window of their room faced the view of the city, illuminated a golden color.

"What a beautiful sight," said Mildred. "It is seen that one of Yanira's acquaintances was right to visit Guanajuato"

"I'm dying to know more about this beautiful city," said Felicity, taking a photo of the city and posting it on her blog: The Daily Bubble. "And to go to the alley of the kiss, according to Yanira said it is the most touristy place in the city"

"Yes, we'll see that tomorrow," said Mildred. "This vacation will be unforgettable, without evil witches, without Ethel Hallow, with nothing that could ruin it"

But what the group did not know was that at the end of the city, in the Santa Paula pantheon, something strange was going to happen. Some young wizards were in the cemetery doing the typical test to see who was the bravest of all: stay in the cemetery all night until dawn.

One of them ventured to an abandoned tomb at the end of the cemetery, that tomb carried no cross like the others or religious symbols, instead had an upside down pentagram with the name of one of the most hated sorceresses in the city, British origin and above all from a family totally devoted to the devil, Frida Elizabeth Broomhead.

The young man saw a writing on the grave, thinking that it was the epitaph of the deceased. When he read it aloud in Latin, a strong wind began to blow in the place along with lightning in the sky. The young man saw terrified the deceased leave the grave, her demonic, cadaverous face made the young man scream in panic but she began to hang him sucking his life and beginning to take human form.

The young man was now a corpse, pale, with his eyes wide open and marks of the bony hands of the woman imprinted on his neck. The woman threw the corpse of the young man in the grave and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

The witch Frida had returned from death. After 254 years under the earth, now she was free to begin her plan of revenge, this time without anyone stopping her.