On 16 September 2015, these four words were chosen:
I sat at my desk mindlessly stirring the honey in my tea, lost in thought. “How did this happen? “ I said aloud holding my head in my hand. The spell seemed so simple, so easy, a baby could do it. Once again, I proved that being supernatural wasn’t the fun adventure that movies often depicted. No, upon reflection, all I’ve succeeded in creating was terror. The screams outside at least seemed to have subsided. How could I have known? All I wanted to do was make the leaves of the trees turn color. I missed the fall so much. But instead, the trees took on a life of their own and they were not happy. All day they’ve been chasing my neighbors up and down the street. The worst part, my parents were going to be home from their trip to the monthly coven meeting, and boy are they going to be pissed.