"So is this all of the information you have on the suspect Deputy Jones?" "Yes Mr. Hansen." "Alright. What are you accusing the suspect of?" "Well, to be honest with you Judge, I'm not even sure. There have been some very odd things happening around Salem and the whole police department is confused. There have been dead animals left on front porches, a few buildings vandalized with what appears to be blood- and fresh blood at that. I've taken photographs of pentagrams drawn with black spray paint that have been found on the walls and floors of the abandoned buildings down on 17th street; candles that are still lit have been discovered around the pentagrams- I have no clue." Deputy Jones sighed as Judge Hansen motioned for him to take a seat. Jones continued; "Just the other week Ms. Hamsby was found dead in her rocking chair on her back porch with a decapitated bird next to her." Jones paused for a second, shaking his head, before continuing. "No one has any idea what's going on here. All I know is that the Sheriff suspects this witch of being the cause of all these things." Judge Hansen sat back in his very comfortable office chair and let out a huge sigh. "Look kid, I've lived in Salem since I was two years old and I haven't heard anyone be accused of being a witch in over a hundred years." He took a deep breath "Now look, between you and I, the sheriff doesn't quite like those of- uhm.. Other religions. I mean do you even know who his ancestors are?" Deputy Jones shook his head "no" as the judge continued. "His family were some of the first to start accusing people of witchcraft and torturing them until they "confessed". His father even burned a few of them up in the center of town.... As far as I'm concerned, I believe there are some folks in this town with some very dark skeletons in their closets and I don't think they should be accusing anyone of anything; let alone this sweet girl. I grew close to the Graves family over the years. I practically watched those children grow up." Judge Hansen sighed. "Honestly, I don't think you have a case here and I think your sheriff needs to re-evaluate himself. He has a whole force of intelligent young men who could figure this case out for him." The deputy looked down at the old red carpeted floor as he leaned forward and put his head in his hands. "The sheriff refuses to listen to me. He thinks this girl has been doing black magic and terrorizing the town. The old man thinks there's an underground cult!"

The judge shook his head in disbelief as he got up from his chair and walked over to the distraught man sitting in his office. Hansen placed a hand gently on Jones's shoulder. "It's not just what the sheriff thinks Jones, it's also what you think. What do you think about all this?" Jones took a deep breath and sat up in the chair. "Between me and you?" The judge nodded in response "I think that the sheriff just wants all this nonsense to stop." he hesitated before continuing "I also think he's hiding information about the cases and the calls we've received. I think he's got it out for this poor girl. I don't know why he would but; I just have a bad feeling about this whole case sir." The judge nodded as he walked back to his chair and sat down, he told Jones one last thing before dismissing him from his office. "Look, it's probably just some teenagers trying to start trouble. We live in Salem for goodness sake." He paused, thinking of what tricks the sheriff could possibly have up his sleeve. "Tell that Old Ray Anderson to come see me, please." Jones got up from the chair, told the judge that he would send the sheriff to see him, and left Judge Hansen's office.

Little did either of them know that Deputy Jones wouldn't even make it back to town that day.