"I am NOT a witch!"

 

Regina Widden stirred restlessly in her bed as she fought to pull herself out of her nightmare...

 

At last, she opened her eyes and found that she was on a narrow cot in a small cottage. She turned to see a candle in a pewter holder burning on a wooden table beside her.

 

Suddenly, the door burst open and a young girl rushed in. Regina recognized her friend, Peggy.

 

"Regina Blake! You must get away from here at once!"

 

"Where am I?"

 

"Where else but in your mother's cottage?"

 

"My mother's cottage? What do you mean, Peggy?"

 

The other girl gasped and stepped back, "Peggy?" My name is Sarah. If you can forget the name of your dearest friend, then truly the Devil must have taken possession of you!"