ARIANA VAUGHN
Yet again, I woke up to the chanting and creepy voice of the so-called witches.
The weight on the side of my head had subsided drastically and the pain that caused my loss of consciousness had also been reduced. That was a relief.
“Ariana? Can you hear me?”
The familiar lady who I should be calling the head witch, asked me just like she did when I regained my senses earlier. The head witch was nice from my observation, but since I wasn't familiar with the rest of her crew, it was hard to judge their character.
They weren't smiling though.
“I can hear you. Perfectly. But can you please answer my questions?”
I answered the head witch and her brows furrowed when I pleaded with her to fill in the missing details of my memory. The head witch seemed like she cared about my
