03 Reminiscing Witch Even with its potential escape having been a part of her calculations, she failed to prevent the creature from bolting out the front door. The incantations at the exit proved useless, only respectable for warding away evil spirits, not restraining the dead. She reasoned it was hardly her fault. Obviously her older sister had provided rotten information.
"Damn it! Why do these things always happen to me?" The spacious room offered only an echo as an answer. She plopped down. Her skirt bottoms puffed up a decade worth of dirt and dust collected along the filthy wooden floor. Visions flashed through her head, memories of past experiments that resulted in failure. It depressed her, not having a single successful event to think of that might have raised her depleting spirits.
"The damn thing ran away first chance it got! I couldn't even contain it long enough to confirm if my words were intelligible to it." Her veins pumped ice water