On a rainy Friday, Clarissa decided to get some study done on her report of the occult due next week, and decided to search the internet for more information. Clarissa is an 18 year old high school girl, with shoulder-length light brown hair. She is 5 ft. 6” tall (167cm), with a thin and athletic body. She has a cute perky ass, and her breasts are a 36C.

She had already started writing on the report, and was almost done but felt she needed something extraordinary to complete it. While on the internet using google and reading on some forums she found the name of a small occult shop in town, often visited by those who saw themselves as dabblers in the dark arts. Feeling somewhat bored of sitting inside staring at the computer and waiting out the rain, she decided to drive into town to go to the occult shop.

A little while later Clare was walking through the old part of town looking for the occult shop, she’d been walking back and forth for about half an hour looking for the shop, not having much luck finding it. She was about to give up looking for it and go home when she saw an old wooden sign hanging from a small old building, deciding to check it out she walked over to the building, reading the sign that says “Salem’s Tavern”. She walked over to the door and tried opening it, but the door wouldn’t budge. She knocked on the door a few times, waiting for someone to answer. After a few seconds she could hear the door being unlocked from the inside. Feeling somewhat anxious with a voice in her head telling her to run away, she took a few steps back as the door opened. In it stood a middle-aged woman, right about Clarissa’s height, she was about 50 to 55 years old, had long graying hair, different color eyes, one blue the other green. She stepped aside and beckoned for Clarissa to come inside.

Swallowing a bit, feeling a little nervous and scared, Clarissa chided herself for being a scaredy-cat but she still couldn’t shake the feeling she should run away.