Jenny was twitching quite aggressively like her sleeping old orange tomcat enjoying his dreams after carousing all night. Jenny was lying in a cold sweat, the night was cloudy and the moon was well hidden behind a cloud bank with only the fluorescent moon ring slightly visible. Jenny was having a nightmare of sorts, well perhaps not a dream but a very real sexual fantasy, suddenly the night wind blew the cloud cover from the big orange moon and just as suddenly the girls twitching subsided and she became still but just for a few seconds.

     Jenny’s eyes opened to find herself soaking wet not only from sweating but her hairy snatch was gooey and she was lying in a pool of cum but it wasn’t hers. This wasn’t the first time she’d been involved in such a mystical sexual solitaire flooding of cum, it was cock cum it definitely wasn’t from her gooey snatch, and it was from the same invisible person. A soldier of the past, a spirit who appears only in this bedroom and only during cloudy nights, but why, why this room and why during cloudy but moon lit nights, these were questions that were worrying the naked black haired Whore of the past.

     But this is a hundred years later and it seems the ghostly activity is still alive although the cock person is there only to leave his donation of cock cum and bedeviling confusion. At first she thought she had a wet dream a self-made sexual fantasy and she was pleased about the fantastic amount of goo she discovered. Well it WAS a magical feeling not to have to be involved with a man and not having to spend the night with a sleeping macho body dead to the world. Jenny loved to be cuddled before, during and especially after making love especially during the sliding of the softening cock from her gooey cunt it was the instant her afterglow began.

     The afterglow was the icing on the cake so she decided this solitary pleasuring seemed to have been a sort of magical happening or the answering of her prayers. Jenny was a very attractive lady with no worry about finding a partner but being a lover of pussy herself she preferred another girl for her sensual pleasures. But best of all a few years ago Jenny discovered a girl with a cock, a Lady boy, a Transgendered person the ultimate sexual joy even though her desire’s for tasting a pussy’s sweetness were her ultimate passion. But Mariah B the lady boy convinced her about the joys of being fucked by a girl and her cock and she was right too.

     It was Jenny’s first time that she loved to be fucked with a cock but having a girls’ dick to fill her snatch was so much more pleasant and her lover was compassionate and feminine too. Almost as though her lewd wish for a magical lover had been answered. She made the wish on the night of a new moon it was meant as a little joke at first but an instant after she asked for help she felt this strange glow about her she didn’t think much about it than but now, well. But Jenny loved going down on a sweet honey cunt and with the taste of a girl’s juice and especially her horny scent she became addicted, she couldn’t wait to be invited to muff dive again. She loved having her mouth full of a girls’ cum and when she was alone she’d sample her own honey it was a delicacy she cherished.

     So after having her first magical cumoff in this room she filled her mouth with the goo oozing from her slit and that’s when she discovered the sticky juice wasn’t from her snatch, it was cock cum. -- No it couldn’t be it had to be hers. But she was an expert she was a connoisseur of pussy juice and this was cock cum, she almost fainted, how could she be covered with cock cum, --- than she saw it. Well she thought she saw a, -- a ghost like image, fuck no what am I thinking but there it was this image with his cock hanging out of his uniform than it was gone along with the clouds.

     Jenny collapsed onto the wet bed sheet and disappeared into a haunting world of mystery and confusion. After Jenny’s first mind boggling and physiological upheaval and the discovery of being fucked but not being aware of the cock stuffing her cunt and the discovery of the sticky juice oozing from her slit the poor girl almost lost her sanity. But after disappearing into a slow rotating darkness swallowing her delivering her back in time where she saw a girl who looked just like her, but just for an instant than she lost consciousness. It was a fuzzy therapy a deliverance, a changing of time but it wasn’t really happening it was perhaps something she ate that was what she thought when she woke but the evidence was still clinging to her curly hair.

     Jenny had to get out of this bed and shower all this confusion from her naked body. Her breasts had this most appealing bounce like jiggle it was a wonderful feeling that she always tried to watch as she was doing now. And that’s when her bare foot found an unusual object lying on the floor she stooped to pick it up it resembled a button an old tarnished brass button, but where did it come from. It wasn’t here when she went to bed, a chilly feeling ran through her little naked frame she was scared and now for the first time she felt lonely and all alone and she had goose bumps. Jenny looked around as if to find an intruder but there wasn’t anyone she WAS all alone, her shivers and goose bumps disappeared and she became warm again but this strange feeling was all around her like a veil. --- Strange this power of imagination. Well this was beginning to become interesting and as she investigated the foreign object she wondered about the history of this old farmhouse. Jenny held onto the button as she deserted her ghostly den and as she walked through her doorway she suddenly felt free like a Band-Aid was being pulled from her smooth skin. The veil of mystery had vanished like the bedroom fuckmaster and she felt like her old self, although still slightly exhausted from her unbelievable screwing.

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     Jenny spent many hours listening to the local historians and visiting many of the fine museum’s in the area where she found many stories concerning local ghost tales and she finally found people who were witness to some very unusual happenings in the area. Slowly Jenny was convinced she’d been fucked by a spirit of a dead soldier of the Civil War. But now she wondered if the cock person was a Confederate or a Yankee but what difference would it make anyway, a cock is a cock whether it’s from a Rebel or a Union Soldier, well maybe.

     So after reading and hearing many tales of the ghostly sightings of many a dead warrior she discovered that many of the sightings were close to or in buildings in burial grounds. And after studying many maps of the battlefields she discovered her house was located close to a suspected burial place. But she couldn’t find which side of the war’s dead were buried there, local legend had it that the place was used as a cemetery for unidentified soldiers (some were deserters and some were Indian scouts) but no one could remember hearing of any spirits appearing there. Jenny became friends with one of the local historian’s (who turned out to be a Lesbian) although at this time in her life Jenny was too interested in discovering all she could about her mysterious lover to become involved.

     So her love for sampling pussy would have to be temporarily confined to her own pussy goo. Jenny didn’t want to share her newfound bewilderment with anyone this secret was for her passion only. So she never revealed the sexual mystery which left her full of cock juice. Jenny had discovered a few believers in making spiritual contact in the form of a séance so she and her Lesbian friend (she didn’t know Maria was queer at the time) was very helpful in Jenny’s spooky education. She invited her to accompany her and some very dedicated friends to a place back in the woods along the banks of the muddy waters of the Rappahannock River to try to make spiritual contact.

     The time was near midnight just after a full moon and the woods were as black as a black Whore’s cunt. But the leaders (a high priest and a priestess) knew the path well and the hike went as planned except for a few times Jenny studded her toe on some unseen root or protruding rock. The anxious witness’s were holding hands so as not to lose each other, the hike seemed to take forever and as they closed the distance to the burial grounds or the place the locals seem to think is haunted Jenny had a feeling of floating rather than walking.

     There were spirits all around watching, Jenny became nervous and she could feel herself being enclosed again in an invisible veil like shroud which seemed to cause her hairy slit to ooze some sweetness. She knew it was hers but as her body temperature began to rise so did her libido’s tormenting power, her bikini underpants were soft and thin and when they finally reached the mystical place her honey soaked through her pink panties and began running down her thighs. Jenny was trembling not knowing whether it was her horniness or the power from this pitch black haunted place. The leader (Witch Doctor) lit a small candle, it was scented and the fragrance was of an unusual scent it seemed to sooth Jenny’s anxiety.

     He told everyone to be seated on the ground cross-legged (Indian fashion) and hold hands and not to talk but to think about attracting a spirit. But if just one person is a non-believer than none of the spirits will appear, they seem to be able to sense if there’s a doubter in the group. The Leader made some half whispered request in an attempt to convince the ghostly inhabitants that we are friendly and that we want to make friends and that we are saddened that they could not be buried at their homes with their family’s.

     Than he (the high priest) began a low humming sound, she couldn’t make out many of his words but the words Faery folk were quite clear than what sounded like show yourself. His humming and the warm feeling’s from holding hands and the night’s haunting emotions was cause for Jenny’s snatch to release a rush of sticky cum along with a whiff of horny scent. Her snatch was throbbing and trembling as another charge of juicy goo escaped from her slippery pussy’s lips. It was hard for her to keep still during the mystifying raunchiness but she was hidden now in a fog like shroud and she felt alone now and she felt as though she was being observed.

     It was totally dark now like the inside of her cunt, the leaders light was gone well she lost sight of it’s glow and she couldn’t feel herself holding hands anymore. She was leaning back on her hands now and suddenly a light fog appeared in front of her as though she was being chosen for some voodoo like sacrifice she was aloof and trance like. Jenny’s gaze was fixed on the fog in front of her and as she stared a change began to take place inside the fog she was hypnotized and terrified at the drama taking place before her eye’s. Slowly an image became recognizable as a figure of a man, a man in a uniform.

     At first the figure was hazy but as she watched the spirit like person cleared enough for the girl to recognize that the man was a confederate soldier standing there with his cock close her gooey snatch. Her thighs were suddenly being flooded but she couldn’t feel herself cuming off it was so very strange but quite exciting. Was she having an unconscious cumoff, was she somehow being psychologically tormented without being aware of the physical pleasure’s that was always so exhausting and fantastically raunchy? The sighting only lasted for a few seconds than he was gone along with the hazy veil leaving her at the mercy of her imagination. Her head was hanging down with her hair covering her face she was exhausted and soaking wet. But upon discovering her wetness was on the outside of her short pants Jenny’s emotions became blurred, she was confused and her curiosity was running on high and she had to investigate her covered snatch but she couldn’t free herself from the captivity of her charlatans imprisonment.

     Than she saw the light of the candle it was back on --- or maybe it was never off and once again she felt her hands were being held. The charlatan was still chanting his soft sounding sorceress like ballad hoping to call up a spirit, but not a single ghostly image appeared. One was here she saw him didn’t they, was she the only one. Could she have been favored, she had to find out but she felt guilty about interfering during this séance besides she was too embarrassed to explain her lewd experience also she was trying to decide whether she enjoyed whatever sexual pleasure happened to her.

     So she changed her thought waves and reminisced about her girlfriend sucking her off, that was something she could feel and enjoy and she knew just what was happening, Jenny was experiencing two different worlds. After a few more stanzas the chanting leader ended his melody and sadly admitted to having failed, so he asked did anyone not believe, everyone mumbled a negative reply and the hand holding ended.

     Than everyone got up to leave giving Jenny a chance to explore her wet thighs, they were sticky and the texture didn’t feel like it slid from her cunt so she smelled it and she was sure it couldn’t have cum from her slit. So she tasted a couple of fingers of the goo and than she knew it was cock cum, IT WAS COCK JUICE. Jenny tried to faint to avoid reality but she was powerless, so where was this ghost when she really needed one, he had possessed her again. Was he following her, and how did he know she’d be here tonight.

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     (Jenny was wearing the small piece of jewelry she found on the top shelf of her closet it was under a few old papers in an envelope she was surprised when she opened the musty old browned paper and discovered this treasure. It didn’t look expensive but it did look homemade and she thought the world of it because she found it tucked away where someone wanted to keep it safe, the person must have valued it very much. The paper looked like it was a hundred years old and she cherished the little stone and wore it wherever she went and tonight she was wearing it around her neck).

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     The crowd began talking at their normal tone as they started their retreat from their disappointing experience back to the real world. But the wet girl hadn’t made any move to leave and she was left alone as the others made their way through the darkness. Jenny sat there mesmerized still aware of the scented candle she felt high like she was floating, all was quiet not even a sound from the many night critters. She wanted to go but she was exhausted not physically but emotionally. And as she sat alone in the pitch dark she felt herself being repositioned from her seated position to a kneeling position first on all fours than she was coaxed into lowering her head and shoulders to the warm earth with her hands under her face, she was comfortable. She didn’t resist she was completely submissive but what was happening to her was strange.

     She commented about being helped but she received no reply Jenny lay there at the mercy of the night until a sudden strangeness came over her she felt her wet thighs being licked she couldn’t believe what she was imagining. --- But was it, was her imagination playing tricks on her? She felt a tongue and she strained to see who was pleasuring her or who was licking all the cock cum from her already soaking thighs but as she felt for a person she was shocked at the absence of a silent lover. There was no one between her legs and she wondered if that scented candle was partially responsible for her lusty imagination could it have been some sorceress’ voodoo potion he was spreading around.

     But now she felt her shorts being pulled down she lay there afraid now and all alone, she shivered as she was being disrobed. And when her shorts were down to her knees her soaking underpants were next to make the same move she was half naked but now she felt warm all over as though she was basking in the sun. Jenny either passed out or she was being controlled supernaturally but whatever the power her mind was no longer in her body.

     Suddenly she opened her eyes and she was on the floor on a thick rug of unknown origin it was soft and comfortable and she was still in the same position but now there was sounds and she could see around her and she recognized her own bedroom. But things weren’t the same as when she left home, this room was old looking and there was the aroma of wood smoke and from her position she could see a pair of what looked like cowboy boots with spurs, they were standing by the door. Strange but Jenny was still a prisoner of the night and whatever else was possessing her, her imagination seemed to be running wild again until she felt her naked snatch being probed with something that felt like a cocks’ head it felt cold.

     But she didn’t really care well she wasn’t horny she wasn’t even excited she wasn’t anything she was just a witness to a past episode of a soldier fucking a whore. (But of course she had no way of knowing the history or the sordid story.) This girl was a whore from the past brought back to life because Jill (the southern whore) was her look a-like they were so close they could have been twins. So of course the soldier after seeing this girl in the same bedroom wearing the same simple necklace assumed that she too was still residing here as a spirit whore (Jill the spirit slut.)

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     So after buying the house and sleeping in her bed in her bedroom in the whorehouse in which she resided and serviced all the lonely men it was understandable how this ghost of a confederate could have been fantasizing or even praying for her to appear. Well whatever the reason this horny man spirit was horny again and in his present state of horny ghostliness she wasn’t going to escape again, he really loved this civil war prostitute even though she gave her honey snatch to both sides. She was like a beacon in a storm, she was probably full of clap and other nasty collectible’s but he was dead anyway so what did it matter just a familiar face although that wasn’t the end he was interested in.

     She was pretty and friendly but he was a slave to her tight hairy crevice and her gooey slit was his mistress. He’d have gone AWOL if she asked him but he took a bullet through his heart during a skirmish with the Yankee’s in an effort to win back the whorehouse (which changed sides many times). His last thoughts were of his cock filling her cunt with his cum and his last earthly sight was of her in this position. So over many years (a century actually) he stood as a ghostly sentinel near by the old farmhouse anticipating her return.

     He was truly blessed this confederate Chaplain this preacher of god’s word this horny savior of the south’s warriors of whom he sent many to their final resting place. But his fear of dying and loosing all this had tormented him so that he actually thought of deserting and taking the whore with him. Well he didn’t but he did fall in with this charlatan who convinced him to allow his personal high priest to possess him and he’d be guaranteed life hereafter. So he had taken a cupful of a potion from this Indian Witch doctor the day he deserted his religious beliefs.

     Converting to a more trusty form of life in the form of a spirit in the hereafter to a more promising form of pleasure better than in the so called heaven was a decision he’d made without giving it much thought he was blinded by pussy he was pussy whipped. This was heaven in another form one that only spirits and metaphysical loyalists are allowed to preserve whatever their last wish’s were. And as the soldier was slipping his dick into his whores’ chasm he thought how happy he is to have taken the offered brew and become this ghost and to reap his just rewards.

     Jenny lay there in her imaginary intoxicated state of mind knowing she was being fucked but without having any sexual pleasures she was not a participant just an observer she was his whore. But she wasn’t privy to his history than she felt it she felt the warm sticky cum on her curly hared snatch and she heard the sighs of a satisfied cock person. She was really gooey than he was gone again leaving her alone in the blackness alone and sticky. But the spell she was under was still soothing her emotions she wasn’t afraid anymore or even nervous about being deserted. She just lay there in a submissive closeness while her period of spiritual afterglow lasted until the darkest of night, just before the dawn when she felt herself being lifted from her lewd position and words of pleasure in finding her reached her ears. I was worried she heard someone saying.

Jenny was waking now and finding herself in this sordid situation with a stranger brought shivers all over her half naked body, but the voice was her friend Maria the queer lady. What happened did you just fall asleep when we left, Jenny didn’t answer at first, ---- well I had this horny spell, she lied to cover up her lusty ghostly encounter. I was soaking wet and horny as a bucket of rabbits so I just stayed behind and jerked off. It was a believable tale at least to Maria who was now discovering the girls wetness, oh my lord you are soaking, here let me clean you off. Well lick her off was what she meant so again Jenny found herself in the same raunchy position but better this time because now she was feeling naughty and she wanted to be sucked off.

     Maria was standing over her facing her behind and bent down it was her favorite position to taunt a luscious honey cunt and Jenny enjoyed her talented tongue. First she licked all the goo from the opened thighs than she licked the girls naked behind and along the slit between the girls cheeks Jenny felt a strong urge to pump her cunt just as Maria’s mouth was covering the sticky mass of curly hair. And in the same instant Maria’s serpent like tongue slid between Jenny’s slippery slit to passionately pleasure the fragrant and haunted honey covered pussy the girl’s slit tasted wonderful.

     But Maria knew the taste of cock cum it wasn’t her favorite but mixed with a girl’s juices it was a potion with a very pleasing taste. Jenny had stayed behind to fuck one of the men she thought, but nevertheless Maria gorged herself on the delicacy she seemed to have stumbled on and along with it’s luscious scent she felt as though she was mistress in charge. Her lucky day, or rather her lucky night, it was Friday, Friday the thirteenth, and a waxing moon was watching over them (for those who understand Magick.) Jenny was loving the feeling’s her queer friend was bestowing on her raunchy honey pussy and the cool early morning air did wonders for Jenny’s horniness it also returned thoughts of reality mostly though from the actual pussy sucking her hairy slit was enjoying.

     This was real she could feel every nerve her lovers mouth was teasing and the thrills that were racing through her body helped her to realize for the first time that she was somehow involved in two time periods. They were confusing but now she was beginning to have a special feeling about the unknown world of sorceresses secrets and spells and whatever else is responsible for her new found passion. But her thoughts all disappeared as Maria took one final mouth full from her already over worked slit (like the whore that she was in yesteryear). Jenny had to rest and change her position her little body was getting stiff and cramped but after being guided to a standing position her numbness began to fade and her blood pressure was closing on normalization. Jenny was still exhausted but she managed to follow behind her queer savior.

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    Jenny vowed to investigate every inch of her house to determine its authenticity and she was obsessed with her role in her passed lifestyle. Maria stopped in the trail to let Jenny catch up with her and when they were shoulder to shoulder Maria put her arm around Jenny’s shoulders in a cuddling sort of an embrace and asked who’s cum she was licking in. Jenny giggled as she tried to conjure a little white lie, --- well – are you going to tell me or do I have to whore myself with every priest at the séance. -- Well honey it’s a long story but perhaps I’ll be able to explain the whole sordid affair and she reached around Maria’s behind and took a long slow feel. It was a smart move because Maria began a melting process.

     When Jenny returned home the first thing she did was to investigate her bedroom she’d tear the place apart if she had to, to find whatever there was left behind after the war years. There has to be something than she remembered her necklace the one she found hidden away in the closet, sure there has to be more. But as she was searching she remembered that all the enchanted passion that had consumed her was right here, ---- but that was only at night in certain weather conditions so perhaps she’d be safe so she continued her foray.

    But after hours of playing Sherlock and without find a scrap of evidence she decided to take a break just as the phone rang downstairs. She hurried to reach it before her caller gave up but she made it and when she said hello something strange happened, the phone kept ringing. Jenny stood there in disbelief as she heard this strange voice saying one word over and over it was hard to make out with the continual ringing and his low voice but finally she thought the word sounded like ATTIC. So she repeated it and the phone suddenly went silent.

     Jenny’s mind was racing now as her excitement turned to wild abandon she felt certain this was a clue and that voice sounded so strange and so did the telephone, well the clue sounded so simple. She’d been in the attic before but of course everything was covered with dust and there wasn’t many objects left but now she knew where to look and from the style of the message she knew there was something waiting in the dusty attic. The old stairway even though it was a short climb was of a half circular construction and it was quite narrow making the moving of anything larger than a bushel basket either up or down almost an impossible task. The attic door screeched as she lifted the old iron latch and opened the old wooden door, the smell of oldness almost bowled her over but there were other odors also present none of which she recognized until she entered the darkened area along the crawl way. And that’s when she came face to face with her cohabitants, there was a colony of bats which exploded from their hiding places and damn near scared her to death but the poor girl escaped without having been injured. This wouldn’t due she’d have to exterminate the obscene squatters before she could attempt any further exploration.

     Discouraged Jenny returned to her closet where she made her first find perhaps there was something else she’d overlooked. But after going over everything and every nook and corner she was about to give up in exasperation but when she was climbing down the stepladder she bumped her head on the ceiling and discovered a loose section of boards. And after putting some pressure on the wooden ceiling an area lifted up and a section big enough for a person to fit through opened.

     She was shocked at her find, the inside was pitch black and nothing was visible so she went for her flashlight not knowing what to expect. Jenny was excited at her find, there were shelves with small glass jars containing unknown ingredients and some books and many candles in different colors in copper holders. And there was a small shrine or alter looking shelf she was awed, this was the attic she was meant to find. She was speechless but she silently thanked god for guiding her, (god) well no she rethought her praise no she knew this was the work of a spirit this was her rainbow’s end or perhaps just the beginning this is the answers to all the haunted confusion.

     She didn’t know where to begin first she took a dusty manual and opened it at a random page and on the page was a drawing of what looked like a woman with a cock she couldn’t believe her eyes. Her first thought’s were of her new friend/lover the sheboy (and suddenly she thought of Mariah) there was a name printed over the drawing but she couldn’t make it out she’d have to find a magnifying glass. She was so excited her heart was racing and she was thinking of how wonderful Mariah and her cock made her feel and all of a sudden her silky soft pussy was anxious for a girls cock.

     Jenny was being possessed again she was frozen in her place and all of a sudden the small attic room became very bright and she was floating again round and round for what seemed like an eternity. Than she was still but not alone now she was face to face with this very familiar face. She was smiling at Jenny giving her time to recognize her before she showed herself to her. Around her neck she wore this necklace Jenny recognized it right away it was an exact duplicate of the one she was wearing her mind was being somehow drawn from her as though she was being transplanted. Jenny was feeling herself cuming all over herself her gushing was uncontrollable and she silently pleaded to her mistress to stop.

     The raunchy release stopped and once again Jenny was left exhausted but thankful. It took a while for the poor girl to see clearly, the female image was gone but her necklace was there on the page with the drawing of the girl with the cock. But now the name was clear as if it had just been written Jenny couldn’t believe her eye’s she was hallucinating again so she squeezed her eye’s tight shut thinking she’d wake soon and the haunting out of her body experience would go away.

     Jenny waited still shaking with excitement she didn’t really want this spell to end, she WAS being transplanted she felt the sensation cruising through her body. She felt she was ready to take over whenever her sorceress mistress completed her own transformation. It was time for her to accept the unknown so she looked and there it was just as plain as the pair of necklaces she now possessed, the name she read was Mariah Belle (Mariah was her girlfriend with a cock could there be some sort of connection)? Her excitement rose and as she watched more letters were being formed, another name Jenny almost feinted when she read the new name MARIAH BELLE JENNY!

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History and a High Priestess Spell

     (Hermaphrodite, Transgendered, the priestess, a girl with a cock?) Could the priestess have conjured herself a potion to attenuate her own tenure as high priestess over such a lengthy period? And how could she have kept her perverted secret so long especially as her position as whoremistress? Well she never had any sexual relation’s with any of her clients and if she did none of them made it through more than a few battles no one lived to tell of her (twisted /witch/tranny) secret.

    The soldier’s life span wasn’t expected to last as long as the war so (Belle) was safe to enhance her future/present. Which would (could) explain the episode that was engulfing Jenny in Magick confusion. Perhaps Belle’s spell was nearing the end of its strength and she wanted to mentor Jenny as her protégé a perfect person to carry on her skills after all they were as close physically as twins and who else to absorb her spirit and become a fresh Belle. The long search for the new spiritual benefactor to Belle’s legacy had finally been achieved enabling Belle’s spirit to achieve Sainthood just as Jenny was witness to Mariah Belle Jenny being resurrected. The moon was in its final minutes of first quarter a healthy sign for a rebirth.

Love

Eve Locke

Ps.

     This tale of time and spells and believers in witchcraft is probably true no one knows, well there's Jenny and she’d still be in Fredericksburg Virginia, so go ask her.