The Salem Trials by Amber Riel (korean novels in english TXT) 📕

"Yea, because you only have that outfit," Mia said, walking over to them followed by Angela. "Besides, why would you want to change in front of all these guys?"          

Amillet and Lisa laughed. They were amused at the two questions. "Like this," Amillet replied. She spun around and her long, black and white, long sleeves dress had changed to a black and white long sleeves shirt and black jeans. Her hair changed as well from a bun to a poinytail.          

Katlin, Angela, and Mia dropped their mouths in amazement. "Can you teach me how to do that?" Katlin asked.          

Amillet and Lisa laughed again.

"Sorry you have to be dead in order for it to work," Lisa replied. "Now it's my turn."  She spun around and her long, light blue, long sleeves, dress had changed to a light blue, long sleeves shirt and light blue jeans to match. Her hair had changed from a bun to just straight down. The ashes in her hair were more visible than when her hair was up in a bun.          

"That's so cool," Angela said.          

"I will have to say that I feel more comfortable in these than in that dress," Lisa replied, looking down at her feet noticing that her heels had changed into white sneakers.          

"I agree and these shoes are much more comfortable as well." Amillet liked the feeling of the black, leather boots that had taken the place of her heels as well. "I wish they would have thought of this while we were alive."          

"Oh yes. I agree with you."          

"Ladies, instead of talking about clothes we have bigger things to worry about," William stated as he looked over at them. He sighed.

Amillet looked out at the window. She looked into the dark, stormy sky. The spirits weren't the only things to worry about. The storm looked to be pretty threatening as well. "I don't like this. Even though it's a storm, it looks like night's coming way to fast." She looked down at the graves. "More spirits are waking up before time. This isn't how it’s supposed to work." She quickly turned to face the living. She pointed to the three guys. "It's your fault this is happening. You had to try that cursed board. You condemned yourselves to death."          

They heard scratching coming from the door.

Katlin ran to the window and looked down at the porch. "Awe it's a cute little black and gray cat." She started for the door when Lisa pushed her back. "What did you do that for? It's going to die out there."          

"You going to die if you try and say it," Lisa replied.          

Amillet hurried through the door and picked up the cat. She stared into its dark green, evil, cat eyes. "Get out of here, Bethaney. You're not welcomed here and you can't get in."

          All six of the college students were watching through the window to see what Amillet was going to do.          

"She's hurting that cat," Mia cried, worried.           

The ghost didn't bother to say anything. They just waited for Amillet to get back in.          

Everyone in the room watched as the cat went flying across the window. All three of the girls were angry at   Amillet for throwing the poor little animal. They heard Amillet say something but couldn't understand her.           Amillet made her way back into the house.          

"Why did you throw that cat? You should have just let it come in. Opened the door for it," Angela yelled at Amillet.          

Amillet was angry with the living. They didn't want to die, but that's what would have happened to them she let that stupid cat in. "That cat wasn't a cat. That cat was a witch. It didn't want in here to be saved from the evil spirits. It wanted in here so she could transform back into her human form and murder all of you. I don't want to here. I just saved your lives.... All of you. Got it?"          

The students just stared at Amillet. They didn't know that she had just saved them. It looked as if she was trying to kill a little animal, but how were they suppose to know?          

"If warm blooded animals are alive in the grave yard, most likely it's a witch, trying to break in," William replied. He moved from a wall to a window. "That's why we didn't want you to have that board in here. Thomas, what did you do with it when you left it outside?"          

"I just kind of threw it. It was too heavy so it didn't go too far from here."          

"He got rid of it like you asked, what's the problem now?" Mark asked.          

"It has to be destroyed," Bowergaurd answered, "not just thrown."          

"Craven, can you and your nephew go and see if you can destroy it, we can't have it around much longer?" William asked.          

"Of course, sir," Craven answered. "Come on, Logen." He held out his right hand and a golden ghostly sword formed in it.          

Logen did the same.          

"Before, the evil spirits are much stronger than we are," Bowergaurd told them.           

Craven and Logen nodded then vanished.          

"Now that was cool," Jake said in amazement.          

The wolf started howling again. Then the sounds of more wolves were getting closer.          

"Go, boy, get your pack and the other animals.... Come back with them as soon as possible," Amillet told the wolf.          

The wolf stood up and ran out of the wall as if he understood what he was told.          

"Well, if we can't get other spirits from the graveyard, then we can still count on the animals to help," Lisa said, looking out of the window.          

"Yes," William replied, "but right now we need to prepare for battle." He turned his attention to the three guys. "Jake, Mark, Thomas, the three of you must make sure that nothing happens. None of the six of you are to leave, when we're gone. If you any of you feel that you're in trouble," he told them, "there are weapons that can fight against the evil spirits in that box." He pointed to an old wooden toy box. "But that's only if, and if you feel that the evil spirits are going to be trying to get in here, then use the weapons and quickly get out and close the door. They can't get in here at all. Do I make myself clear?"          

"Yea," all three of the guys answered.

Bethaney stopped at the far end of the cemetery. It was much darker and an eerie feeling crept around the area. The ghost was angry that Amillet had ruined her evil, little plan on getting into the cottage. It was time for her to get some help of her own.  "Ghostly spirits of the Earth rise from the grave," she whispered in a low, scratchy voice. She waited for them to climb out of their graves.          

A spirit of an old man with droopy green eyes popped his head out of an old, wimpy, willow which looked to be falling down. The ghostly old man looked tired. "What's going on? I was sleeping." The old man was very grumpy and just wanted to go back to sleep.          

"I will tell you when the others wake up," Bethaney replied, kind of rudely.          

The old man just eyed the witch. "I don't see what was so important that you have to wake us up. I've been dead for over 300 years.... I don't care about anything else but staying dead and by that I mean a sleep in my grave."          

"Would you shut up? If you're so tired, then go back to bed."          

"I would," the old man replied, "but you woke me up."          

Bethaney closed her eyes, angry. She couldn't believe it. The first spirit who could help and he has to talk back. How rude was that?

          William walked over to a window on the far right. He looked at the sky and then to the graves. "We should be able to get more help, but it all depends on who all Bethaney has working for her."          

Amillet stood by William, also looking out of the window. "I agree.... William," she whispered to her brother, “I agree with you that we all need to fight, but I still think that we're going to need someone to stay and keep an eye on these kids."          

William looked over at Amillet. He heard the worry in her voice as she spoke.          

"I don't think that it's such a smart idea to leave them by themselves. They're so naive.... They were going to let danger walk right in. I think that...."          

"I know you're worried, but I think that they understand now.... About the danger around this little cottage.... I know what I'm doing and I have faith in them."          

Lisa was looking out of the window on the left side of the room. "I don't like that rain or that sky. It's more trouble for us."          

Thomas walked over to William and Amillet. He wanted to know more about the trouble that they had put themselves in. "Can one of you tell me about what had happened about the stormed? How it killed you two?"          

"It was...." Amillet looked into Thomas's eyes and she wanted to cry. There was something about them which had made her feel like she'd seen them somewhere before. He kind of resembled someone she had once known. "You look just like him."          

Thomas was confused. He had no idea who the ghost was talking about.          

"You.... My baby.... My son...." Amillet had broken down into tears. It was the first time she had thought back to when she was alive.          

"You're son?"          

"Amillet, he's not your son.... We're from an earlier time period.... He can't be...."           

"I know, but he looks like him.... I never got to see my baby grow up...."           

"Um.... I can act like your son if you want me too."          

Amillet closed her eyes. Tears crawled down her cheeks. "No.... He's gone.... Along with his father."          

Bowergaurd moved out of the cottage then arrived back in.... A few ghostly squirrels had followed him. Each squirrel carried an acorn with them.          

"Awe.... Squirrels...." Mia walked over to them and sat down on the ground. "They're