Mia's pov

I woke up then slowly opened my eyes. I felt a shape pain in my back as I attempted to move, so I laid back down and slowly turned over on my side.

I placed my hand on my head then started looking around the room. That's when I realized where I was. I was lying in my old room at the Simon's house.

"Tim! Sam! What the fruitcake I'm I doing here". I yelled out then slowly tried to get up. At first I taught I was dead due to the pain I was feeling, it made me feel a bit light headed.

As soon as I managed to get up off the bed I quickly walked over to the door and attempted to open it when the knob suddenly burnt my hand.

I flashed away then look up to see the roof of the house gone and the sky was blood red.
I didn't know what to do the only thing that I could think of was kicking the down but I didn't have the strength for that.

" what to do now mia". I whispered to myself and that's when I swear I heard the door being unlocked from the other side.

I quickly made my way back over to the bed and laid back down with my eyes firmly closed.

I could hear the being opened and a set of footsteps could be heard approaching me.

I gulp down hard when I felt some cold set of lips piercing against mine.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a faceless boy standing over me and somehow he knew I was awake.

He pulled me up from the bed then I noticed he had a familiar face.

"Where I'm I and what do you want you freaking maniac". I shouted then started punching him. It was as if everything I threw a punch I was the one feeling the pain.

The boy grab my hand preventing me from hitting him again and the next thing I know was he used his strong muscular  arm to pin me down into the bed.

" you're a witch and you've been changed with the crimes of being burnt to death in this house along with your family. " he shouted, and, with that he pulled a pair of handcuffs from  his packets and cuffed me to the bed.

I scream when I realized what was about to happen when I saw him taking a drug full of gasoline from beneath the bed and throwing it onto me. Then he turned around and walk out of the room.

"Let me out". I yelled then looked over into a nearby mirror. That's when I noticed my face was that of on elder woman with long black hair, pale skin and black eyes.

It was as if I was in the body of someone else, and seeing what happened to her.

I shook my hands trying to get them out of the handcuffs but it only caused them to become bloody.

The guy then walked back inside but this time he was accompanied by 11 other people.
They started chanting then they brought three kids inside they were all tied up and looked as if they were all between the ages of 17, 5 and 2 years old.

The littles one started streaming and began running towards my bed yelling " mommy".

My heart felt heavy and  tears ran down my cheeks. I began pulling my hands harder and harder until my wrist pull open and blood began spilling all over my face.

Suddenly they stopped chanting and one of the Lady started reciting the demonic poem.

Then she walk over to the oldest child and slit his throat with a butcher knife then she moved on to second oldest and stab him in his heart. I cried out when I saw them approaching the littles one which was holding on tight to my bloody white dress "I'll make sure you all pay for this". I shouted out before they slit his throat also.

Every muscles in my body became tense and I started talking in other language.

The guy walked over to me then lit a match.

" I would never love a witch mogana nor will I raise any" he spoke then threw the match onto the bed. The enter room blazed up in flame. I could feel my flesh melting and I could actually feel the flames burning through my bones.

I screamed then shouted" I curse your bloodline Mr Simon's and anyone who there's to step feet in me and my children's house."

I jumped up from my bed sweating and crying. Tim was sitting near to me, he quickly grab me as soon as he saw my reaction

"What's wrong mia".
He asked looking at me worriedly.

" I just saw miss mogana's death". I said while still crying and gripping the bed with my nails.