We Don't Talk to Edith Thompson Part 6

Ch 6: The Truth

October 31st, 2025- 10:03 AM

Rachel, Mom, and I all made it to the school without incident. Thank God for that. We ran into Amara, her mother, Eric, and Sabrina all huddled up in the library.

Claude, the security guy, was already there. Evidently, he watched the chaos unfold while having his lunch, so he ran for his life and barricaded himself inside the school.

Smart, yet still very creepy, man.

Luckily, he allowed us inside, where we have been listening to the horrid screams of terror outside the building.

It was unsettling; slowly growing in intensity and encroaching upon our sanctuary. It felt as though we were waiting for Edith to arrive and kill us all. What a terrible way to spend my eighteenth birthday!

Suddenly, Sabrina, covered in dirt, blood, and hay, began screaming at me. "This is all your fault!" She stood up, pointing her dirty, crusted index finger at me. "We told you to avoid that fucking freak, but did you listen? No! Now, we're all going to die!"

Eric touched her shoulder gently, trying to calm her down. "Babe, come on, this is stupid-"

Sabrina slapped him across the face. Hard. He stumbled backward. He stared at her in disbelief, as if she had never done that before.

"How dare you call me stupid!? I'm not the one who invoked the wrath of a fucking witch-demon thing!" Sabrina shrieked, storming toward me. "We should shove her out there as an offering. Maybe she'll leave us alone if she eats the traitor!"

Mom got between us. "Alright, that's enough!"

Sabrina scowled at her, crossing her arms. Wow, way to disarm a crazy drama bitch, you go, Mom!

"First, we just moved here. How are we supposed to know there's someone we have to avoid!? Second, just because your parents died doesn't mean you have the right to threaten people!" Mom yelled at her, pushing her away. "And it'll be a chilly day in hell before I let any of you sacrifice my daughter!"

Sabrina retorted, "I don't know. Maybe your friend should have filled you in? DUH! And if it means me and my posse get out alive, I'll sacrifice anyone!"

Rachel interjected. "Sabrina, I'm her friend, and I didn't have a chance to tell her because the seal on Edith has weakened."

Sabrina gasped. Amara and Eric stared at her in confusion.

"Seal?" I asked, genuinely curious about what's going on. "Is that the whole don't talk to Edith thing?"

Shaking her head, Rachel explained, "The Endecotts controlled Edith's ancestor by binding her powers behind a seal. It was a spell that blocked her full magical abilities. However, she escaped before they could fully utilise the spell." She walked over to the information desk and typed. "I'm only showing this to you guys because it's relevant, and we might all die soon, understand?"

Everyone nodded.

A screen came down from the ceiling and projected images from the past onto the wall. Most of them were pictures of Salem, the founders, and then Edith's ancestors. It displays a tree connecting the Endecott family to the Thompsons.

Sabrina exploded.

"Are you saying that freak is related to me? How!?" She screeched, tossing books all over the place. "Do I look like a witchy thing to you?"

Amara snickered. “Right now? Kind of.”

Sabrina gave her an evil eye.

“To answer your question, Sabrina,” Rachel declared. She pulled a small remote out of her pocket. “John Endecott, your ancestor, had an illicit affair with Evelyn Thompson. This resulted in a pregnancy, which is how Edith is related to you.”

She flipped through a few pages before settling on a spell page. “Agnes, Evelyn’s daughter, was horribly mistreated because of this, even considered Satanic. Eventually, she sought revenge against the town for killing her mother. She made a blood pact with a deity. Whether it be a witch or a demon, we don’t know, but she obtained powers. After that, she began slaughtering everyone in Salem.”

Amara and Eric stared at Sabrina, mouths agape.

“Babe, your ancestors did all that? Why didn’t you tell me?” Eric questioned, looking ashamed of her.

“Totally wrong, Ms. Historian! Thompson seduced John using witchcraft. She was dabbling in all kinds of crazy stuff.” Sabrina remarked, bobbing her head. “And Eric, I don’t have to discuss my family secrets with you!”

Rachel sighed heavily. “No, Sabrina, she wasn’t a witch. She was a Christian practicing Wiccan arts to help people. Back to the point, the Endecotts found a spell to bind her powers, but didn’t use it on her. A few generations later, Edith’s mother, Ada, moves back to Danvers. The abilities Agnes gained were not genetic, so she was just a regular human.”

“Wait, is this related to the factory burning down in 2006? The chemical accident?” I inquired, my nerves on edge to hear the answer.

Nodding, Rachel elaborated. “Ada had a job there and died from the fire. However, the reported information is inaccurate. There was no chemical spill or accident; it was sabotage.”

Everyone gasped when they hear this. So Edith was right. It wasn’t an accident.

Rachel continued. “The station Ada worked at contained flammable substances in large barrels. I don't know the details, but she had an argument with someone there, and they set the area ablaze, intending to kill her, escaped, then blamed it on an accident. After this, Edith made a pact for the same power. This time, though, she became a vessel for a witch who sold her soul to Satan during the Witch Trials. This granted her immense power, telepathy, pyrokinesis, astral projection, and immortality.”

Oh my God, that was why Edith still looked like a teen girl, because she technically still was. Just extended artificially by supernatural means.

Amara asked the most important question. “What does this have to do with Edith, and why do we have to avoid her?”

“Well, everyone didn't invoke the spell; it was invoked by the Endecotts. The rule was supposed to be that anyone from their bloodline shouldn’t interact with Edith Thompson.” Rachel informed with annoyance lacing her tone.

She swiped to another page, this one containing a symbol. The same one on my necklace and similar to the one on Edith’s book. “This is a binding circle, one meant to seal supernatural powers. A journal was left behind a few centuries ago that gave instructions on how to seal the power away, and if used correctly, the vessel. Unfortunately, as I said, the seal placed on her has weakened due to lack of spiritual maintenance.”

Amara nodded in solemn understanding.

Holding up my hand, I asked, “So let me get this straight: only the Endecotts are supposed to avoid her? My talking to her didn’t cause all of…” I gestured to the outside of the school. “That?”

Rachel shook her head. “Joel brought it to the town council, saying it was unfair for them to be excluded, while others could interact with her as they pleased. Then the rule was made to avoid her, but by not doing so, it affects nothing. Unless it’s done by an Endecott.”

Everyone glanced at Sabrina in disgust. She yawned nonchalantly. She knew the rule was bullcrap, but strictly enforced it anyway.

Sabrina refused to make eye contact with her, opting to pick the dirt out of her nails instead.

"Seriously? Avoiding me, your best friend? How mature!" Amara scoffed, turning her attention back to Rachel. "Is there a way to fix all of this? How do we fix the spiritual maintenance?"

Hanging her head in shame, Rachel admitted, "We can't fix it. The seal is gone, and Edith is at full strength."

Mom piped up, eyes full of hope. "There has to be something! Anything!"

Rachel looked at me. "We have a chance. If Suzy is willing to help.

Me? Why would I make a difference in all of this?

"Um, yeah, of course. How can I help?" I asked awkwardly, playing with my necklace."

Rachel and Mom shared a look. "I'm sorry. I wasn't honest about my reason for wanting you to move here. I've never been married, much less divorced. I needed you here to have access to that artifact." She pointed at my necklace. "It contains the spiritual energy of Agatha Thorn, a good friend of the Thompsons and fellow Wiccan. Her family made the original seal centuries ago, and now, she'll make a new one."

Mom questioned, very confused, "Why is she so important to all of this? I thought she was a homemaker with no affinity for most things."

Exhaling, Rachel revealed the defining piece of truth. "Agatha helped Agnes. She cared for her before and after she gave birth, helped her adjust to a new life, researched spiritual matters on her behalf, and was entrusted with a crucial task: to stop her bloodline should they veer from the right path."

Gently, she touched my necklace. It glowed slightly. "On your neck is our last chance at surviving. 

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