Often when you have a nightmare, you only realize you are in one when it becomes to scary for your own good.

There were two answers that could possibly explain this ridiculous situation.

The first one, I was in an incredibly realistic dream that turned into a nightmare. It was highly probable, because there was absolutely no way an apple juice and a pie could taste that good.

The second theory was completely crazy. So unimaginable that I started to question my own sanity for even slightly brushing the idea: I timed travel back to 1692 in Massachusetts at Salem.

I slapped myself in front of the horrified eyes of the Lady. I only felt a burning pain on my cheek. Nothing else changed. I feel tears starting to peek through my eyes.

- Are you alright? asked the woman.

- I am not, I answered crying miserably.

I saw panic in her eyes as she tried to figure out what to do.

- What is your name? she asked with calmly.

- La-Lana, Lana Oliver, I managed to respond between my tears.

- Well Lana you seem very lost and confuse. My name is Mary Rosebay. It is very late and tonight is the full moon. The woods are very dangerous under those circumstances, why don't you come with me for tonight?

She pat my back gently.

- You could eat something and get some sleep. You can tell me everything tomorrow when you are feeling better. How does it sounds?

I silently nod and force myself to make a grateful smile.

- It-it sounds per-perfect, thank y-you.

She gently took my arm and led me through the shadows of the night. Some rays of the moon managed to pass through the leaves, lighting the ink black night. I managed to see more properly my savior.

She was quite tall for a woman. She was probably in her mid-thirty. Flat long ginger hair were falling on her back like a short cloak. Her white skin was spread with translucide freckles. Her eyes were brown almost orange. She wasn't extremely pretty, but her unique features made her a mysterious charisma.

I my gaze flickered back to the forest. High twisted trees were surrounding us, the leaves were falling without a noise on the wet dirt. There wasn't any noise apart from the faint one of our footsteps. It was like the entire forest and its inhabitants were sleeping. No, it was more like they were silently spying on us.

We finally arrived at the small town. A small sign indicated the beginning of Salem. Every houses were closed and suspicious looks were given to us. Nobody was smiling. I shivered.

Fortunately we arrived to Mary's house. She took out a big iron key out of her corset and opened the lock. She gently pushed the wooden door and stepped inside. I followed her in.

- Welcome to my humble house.

Mary lighted up a fire and the room lighted up. Warm dancing light were projecting long shadows on the wall.

I look at the rustic room with great curiosity. There was a long table with four chairs. A wooden cupboard with showcases let appeared some plates and glasses.

A small kitchen was sitting in a corner just under a window. Little coton curtains were hiding the scenery of the street.

Mary made me sit on a rocking chair and went in the kitchen. She came back minutes later with a bowl of burning hot soup.

- Eat up darling.

I swallowed slowly the bowl without tasting anything. She silently watched me and led me in the guest room.

- You can stay for tonight, she said kindly.

She left me gently closing the door behind me. I filled on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. I slowly closed my eyes...

- Wake up human!

I jumped out of the bed. Entangled in my blanket, I saw two silvery golden moon watching me.

It can't possibly be...

- Sabrina? I asked amazed.

- Yes, responded calmly the cat.

She jumped and landed gracefully in front of me. I just looked at her to astonish to say something. I don't know which fact baffled me the most, the fact that I am in 1692 or that Sabrina...

- You talk?

- Of course I do, laughed the cat.

A cat can laugh?

- But, but,...

- I don't have time for this Lana Oliver! Listen carefully if you want to go back to your era.

I immediately closed my mouth.

- My master Benjamin sent you there.

- What! Why? I interrupted.

- Do you want to go back to your era or not? said Sabrina agitating her tail.

I starred at her silently. A glow of approval lighted her eyes.

- Very well, like I said, Benjamin is the one who sent you there. He likes watching humans struggle to survive. He is a wicked wizard. I usually let him do what he wants but I am fed up.

A silence passed only interrupted by the sound of waging tail of the cat.

- I don't know exactly how, but I know that the pumpkin spiced latte has something to do with it. Redo it and you might be able to return home.

- How am I suppose to redo it? I asked panicked.

- You are studying cooking aren't you? she said closing her eyes. You fill figure out something.

She walked towards the window. She looked at the moon before looking back at me.

- You have until the new moon to go back to your world, or else you will stay stuck there.

She jumped through the window leaving me speechless.

How in the world am I going to sleep after hearing this?

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- So you are from a small tribe from Asia? And you have a ritual of two weeks which consists of making a pumpkin spice latte or else you are abandon in a random village.

- Exactly, I said trying to look convincing.

I spender the night thinking of a story to tell my host. It is not really a lie. It is a half-one.

- And you were very scared?

- I still am, I responded sincerely.

- Do you have a place where to stay?

- No.

She looked at me with worry. She sighted before saying:

- Maybe you could stay with me during those two weeks. My husband recently died and I don't have any children.

She smiled sadly.

- I feel a bit lonely.

- Really? That would be wonderful! Thank you so much! I said clapping in my hands.

She laughed before getting up.

- Maybe you should borrow me some clothes. You wouldn't want to catch attention. Especially not in those times...

- What is wrong? I asked curiously.

She looked around her, like she was making sure that nobody was listening. She then whispered so softly that I had to go closer.

- Well you know there are witches roaming on the streets.

Suddenly all the elements added up. Sabrina telling me how Benjamin liked watching humans struggle, Salem and the date 1692.

I just landed in the middle of the witch hunt.

Shit.