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The power of witches was at its height at this time, and on the night of April 30 they would assemble here at this very spot arriving on broomsticks or with demons to perform their evil rites, indulge in wild dances and orgies, affirm their allegiance to their master the devil (who would be there in person or in the form of a goat or some other animal), initiate new members, and receive their assignments for the coming year." We all sat there, listening to Johnny. He was good at telling stories, (if this was a story) he certainly knew how to captivate his audience.
"This year though there was great rebellion amongst the surrounding villagers. Local children were dying from unknown diseases, and expectant mothers were giving birth to hideously deformed babies.
The villagers believed that the dying curse of Old Fishtail was to blame for the strange happenings. Six months earlier, the villagers had tortured Old Fishtail, believing that she was one of the leading members of the coven who met here where we are now.
She was drowned in the ducking stool but her last words muttered from her foul mouth were, "You and your children will pay for this".
"On Walpurgis night the villagers hid in the bushes surrounding us now. The witches were busy celebrating, enthralled in one another, performing nude sensual sexual acts on each other."
"God I would have loved to have seen that, it turns me on thinking about it", interrupted Smithy, whilst he grabbed hold of his male bulge to show us just how much he was telling the truth. "Grow up Smithy, your such a pig, you know." Said Lisa. It was obvious that Lisa and Smithy were a couple, but she was not impressed with him now. Everything fell silent as we waited for Johnny to continue.
"When seeing acts of lesbianism, some of the villagers believed that they would fall to the evil filth of the witches curses. A few of them got so scared that they ran from here, never to be seen again. Nobody knows what happened to them, as their bodies were never found. They could have drowned in the peat bogs, or something else in these surrounding woods could have been responsible for their dissapearance. In the meantime the remaining villagers decided to proceed with their plan. They lit their torches. Earlier in the day, three of the leading citizens of the village had been chosen to come here and douse the bottom of the thirteen trees in thick black tar.
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