BONITA BATTON - RITUAL - JOURNAL 4

There is quite a lot to be said about rituals. Let me tell you a story.

There once was a little girl named Bell. Bell was born into an extremely financially stable family from the south and she had almost everything she wanted in life. Bell, being an only child, did not have to ask for much, everything was given to her automatically.

She had dolls, doll houses, pets. Her most likable pet was her black cat Tilly. Tilly adored her and she, like Bell, had everything she ever wanted, and then some. She had her own house, toys, grooming, with sweet smelling perfumes once a week, personal boarding whenever the family went a broad and imported food from the finest restaurants in the County. To make a long story short, they were never without anything.

Every year, around October 25th, the entire family would take their annual trip to the Bahamas.
The family always made sure that Tilly was well taken care of because they knew what happens to black cats around this particular time of the year, because of Halloween. Many of the black cats in the neighborhood were stolen and some were used in rituals around this time.

While they were gone, there came a great storm and many of the old houses in the south were without a sound foundation, and Bell's house became shambles in seconds. All was lost, even her pet cat Tilly. The family posted notices in regard to the lost cat as well as listed him in the Lost and Found section of the local newspaper. They looked and looked for the cat but she was no where to be found. Bell prayed that someone would find her cat, but to no avail. About three days later, a little boy by the name of Charles found the family and told Bell that he had her cat. Not having a home for the cat, being displaced by the storm, and seeing how the little boy loved the cat so much, Bell told the him that he could keep her. In spite of all the love she felt for the cat, she was able to sacrifice her love.

The next day the Charles showed up again to speak with Bell. This time he had a beautiful sequented box in his hands. He knocked on the door and Bell answered. He then began to tell her that he could no longer keep the cat and he politely gave her the box. Bell wondered why he handed her such a pretty box and without hesitati0n, she opened it and to her surprise there was Tilly. Stiff as a board, eyes gouged out feet cut off, and of course dead. She had truly been used in a horriffic ritual by some of the local witches, found by Charles, identified by the chain that she wore around her neck, and brought back to her original owner.