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As a young child, the Witch was used to being bullied. Everywhere she went, she was made fun of. Whether it was her abnormally large nose, her off-shade green skin, or just the fact that she carried a broom around wherever she went. The town had completely shunned her. She was banished to the far forests, left to her own devices..and her own magic. Throughout years of being completely alone, she had studied magic day and night, and, with the help of her black cat as a lab rat of sorts, she had learned to make people do whatever she pleased! With her newfound talent, she moved back into the town, taking up home under the guise of a regular townsperson. The Witch vowed to take revenge on everyone that had ever bullied her. That meant working with those who some may consider evil. To her, they were just allies...allies in the war on taking down the Town of Salem. (Creative Writing Stories 1st place, credit to justlyra)

'''To someone who knows the hidden ways of this world, everyone and everything is as easy to read as an open book. To be honest, she never wanted it to be like this. Her ancestors hated the church for it's bigotry, but they loved the nature and everything in it. The New World was rich indeed. Her kind used to be seen as healers, shamen of the natural world looked to with respect for their wisdom and knowledge. Until fanatics started condemning them. Those so called holy men made up demons and devils and claimed that her kind formed pacts with them. It was all lies to cover up their own sins. You would have thought this town would have learned their lesson all those years ago with the trials. But the Mayors wife, she believed that she walked with God. The wife accused her of controlling her husband when his eyes started watching other women. The wife got the town to turn against her, and she was told to leave the town proper or swing from a Oak branch. But no, she will NOT leave. The bones of her grandmothers are in this earth, and part of her will always live here. If they wanted to accuse her of using such magic, then she shall. All it takes is a little thing, some cut hair, nail clippings. People are so careless with their leavings. She already settled up with the wife, directing a killer to end her miserable life, and now she was going to get even with the town that allowed it to happen... (Creative Writing Stories 2nd place'', credit to Furril)

A young man walks through the town on a dreary, cloud-filled night. His purpose unknown, he plods on, burning the midnight oil. As he nears his destination, a woman crosses his path, face obscured by a wide-brimmed hat. He greets her with a warm smile, and a friendly wave. As he begins to lower his arm and continue on his way, his wrist fractures and contorts. The man cries out in agony, no longer able to control his own limbs; it is as if he is a marionette subjugated by an unseen puppeteer. He looks back at the woman and sees sickly red light emanating from her eyes, illuminating her cracked, dry skin and wicked grin. His mind quickly leaves him, and the pain ceases. He becomes hollow, vacant. He is now an unwilling servant at the woman's command. She will not kill him, no. He will wake up tomorrow and tell everyone what he has seen. She will use him and others like him to turn the town into a grave, one corpse at a time. Allies of Salem beware, for this is the vow of the Witch. (Creative Writing Stories 3rd place, credit to wrathandhavoc)

The town banished the Witches many years ago, hanging them from the gallows and watching them burn to ashes. The witch wants revenge, and will do whatever it takes to see the town go down in a mist of blood. No one knows for sure where the Witches come from. They are a group of few who have read the old books written in languages long forgotten to the men of today. A book of forbidden secrets, the secrets to the minds of men. Secluded in their house tonight, silently whispering the names of Salem. Witchcraft. The magic worms it's way into the victim's mind like a worm, a mental parasite. The victim cannot scream when they feel it self burrow into their psyche. Their eyes are forced shut my a force they cannot see. (unregistered contributor)

She waits. In her simple, inconspicuous hut, the Witch waits. She watches, looking for the one she knows won't fight: the man who plays with knives, who already has so many voices telling him what to do that he wouldn't mind another. The tortured soul whose screams she hears every time the moon is at its highest, roundest point as he turns into a howling abomination of nature. The old man, sitting in his chair smiling a secret smile that his underlings know means another death will occur. She drowns them in her power, forcing them to let go and serve her, only her. Because she is the Witch. Doesn't she deserve to make use of her powers? (Unregistered contributor)

The witch was born into a cult of healers, but couldn't master the art of saving people and so they didn't accept her. So she took a different path after meeting a WereWolf who convinced her to work with him and control people so they could live peacefully. Shortly after the Witch met the arsonist who told her he only doused normal town members. Every night she takes all of her rage and binds someone to do her bidding for her, even if it is getting the bodyguard to give bullet proof vests to the survivor. (unregistered contributor)

The first Witch was just experimenting one day, and the magic came to her. She felt.... Power. She could dominate, in her own way of course. She could control minds, which she did for good and bad, either way benefiting her. Salem found out, and she was hung, but she survived. She had the true power of a witch. She was banished to Lucian Forest and she never came to the town. Although she wasn't there, she could still do her magic. And if she needed to, she would kill. Some took after her, in secret of course, and they all met in Lucian Forest at midnight. Then Salem found out about some of them, and they tried a new execution. They were going to burn them. The witches endured flames more extreme than any Arsonist. The chain of witches is vague now, but every time someone is controlled, she sends a message. And the message always ends with, "Let's face it. I dominate." To this very day, people continue her evil magic and Salem still has their sanity. (unregistered contributor)

The Witch. An experienced sorceress with knowledge of the darkest magic known to man. She can bend minds of anyone of her choosing. She can control the Godfather to make quick work of any target that wrongs her. She can control the Vigilante to end the life of any innocent - possibly his own. She is a force to be reckoned with, even Veterans fear the presence of a Witch in the town... (credit to Squiddington)

The witch is a long forgotten and rarely feared soul who lurks in the outside of town, banished and hidden away for their crimes of controlling townies against their will. Fueled by their rage for being exiled, they will creep into even the house of the man with the knives and control him to pander to the Witches every whim. With their iron will and dark magic, the Witch will stop at nothing to ensure everyone who has wronged them will die. (unregistered contributor)

The witch takes a smoke out of her golden Kiseru pipe, before suddenly vanishing in a cloud of golden butterflies. The witch is a dangerous person, although the town -- fools, in her opinion -- don't quite understand the dangerous magic she holds. She was born with an interesting power; the power to use magic, although she couldn't use it during the day.

The serial killer, on his way to kill somebody, suddenly stopped, widening his eyes in surprise. Infront of him appeared a swarm of golden butterflies which, once disappearing, revealed a golden-haired woman holding a Kiseru pipe - it was none other than the witch. "Come now, remember. Remember how you are my furniture - my servant." the witch chanted. The serial killer forcefully opened his mouth against his will, controlled by the witch, and suddenly, out of the witch's Kiseru pipe came out a small butterfly, which beautifully floated into the serial killer's mouth. Ofcourse, the serial killer had never truly been the witch's servant. However, he had been controlled by the witch before, and was, infact, looking for the witch, trying to kill her. The witch cackled, disappearing back into her house in a swarm of golden butterflies.

It was almost morning; the serial killer found himself having dragged the corpse of the investigator for everyone to see, and having left a deathnote saying, "The Witch sends her regards.". Widening his eyes, the Serial Killer found himself coughing out a small, glittering golden butterfly, and realizes that he had been, once again, controlled by the witch. He rushed towards his house, the clock hitting 6AM soon after and everyone leaving their houses, the killer doing the same thing as if nothing had even happened.

But the lookout had seen it. ...He had seen how the Serial Killer crazily murdered the investigator out of his free will, and, before even realizing it, the Serial Killer had found himself on the stand, accused of having murdered the investigator like the psychopath he was. "Guilty!" most of the town shouted. "Kill... the...... Witc---..." the Serial Killer whispered to himself, trying to warn the town about the witch, but not even being able to complete his sentence. No one had heard it; the witch had gotten the Serial Killer lynched and the investigator killed. (credit to Frederika~Bernkastel)