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Something happened back then

in that house on those rocks.

Perhaps that is the moment when

They found her and took her

into the witches coven.

No, it was something else...

The clowns had arrived to check her out.

At that time, she had received the first of potions.

Wait, these are clowns not witches, she'd said in protest.

Clowns, witches, goblins and trolls.

They all stepped up to cast the show.

Strings were laid out on the ground.

She sat between them then started to frown.

Now, things were getting strange.

Perhaps that was just the lighting.

As they started to pull her strings from above.

She tried to sit but they stood her up.