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Voodoo Disco
Preface
"All that you see or seem,
is but a dream within a dream."
Edgar Allan Poe
It all started when I was the mere age of 6 during the Witch hunt in 1896. Across the small town of Broken Hills,Nevada young girls were becoming violently ill , doctors had absolutely no Idea what could be wrong with them as the symptoms they came down with were strangely abnormal. The girls would contort their bodies and have sudden outburst speaking some form of language that was foreign to them. The doctors could only come of with one explanation...
Witchcraft.
By the end of the witch hunt more than 30 lives were taken and Broken hills prison filled up with many innocent people accused of so being witches or doing witchcraft.
But the thing I remember most about the witch hunt was I lost my best friend the one person who I could share anything with, the one person who I could relate too.
My mother Renee Swan died October 31th 1896 on my birthday.
That day my hole world came crashing down and reality hit like a lighting bolt. I felt like was thrown to the sharks to fiend for myself for the first time in my life.
My mother was the first and only person I went to when everything started. Weird things started happening to me when I turned 6 years old like if I got really angry the lights in our house would start to flicker or the random plate would fly across the room and shatter into a million pieces. My mom told me that I was a very unique little girl like she was.
But I was to little to understand at the time what she meant by "Unique"
When the witchcraft broke out my mother told me that I could have anything I wanted in the world with just the snap of my fingers, but not to over use the power I was given. She told me to get as far away from this town and go somewhere where people like me we not judge and killed for being different.
When I finally grasped the concept of what I was I felt guilty because I should have been one of those girls that had been killed or put in prison. I would rather had been killed during the witch hunt with my mother then had to listen to my fathers crying every night and yelling at me saying it was my fault she died because she was protecting me.
My father Charlie Swan killed himself about 6 months after my mother died. He couldn't and wouldn't live without her.
After he died the was nothing tyeing me down to this town anymore.
I Isabella Swan
was free.
Peace and Love!