The shrieks and howls echoed throughout the village, "Witches" they were screaming, although their voices were not in sync anyone, old or young knew what it was.
Children with knives and men with pitchforks were running - no chasing a woman in black, my dark blue orbs were trapped on her, not daring to move out of my haven I call home. I wanted to help in the purge of the witch, honestly I did, but women were not allowed, so most of us just watched and cheered through the windows.
Suddenly, the mob of men stopped chasing the woman and let her run off, confusing the women. the men ran back, once again screaming witch. their dark, beady eyes were trained on one thing.
My once upon a haven.