holy shit that is next level. Also makes me wonder how many of these "curses" never actually bear fruit?

And there I was, in the year of our Lord 2025, staring at my computer, chatting with a witch on Etsy about the state of the world, hoping that somewhere between the cosmos and the internet, justice would be served.

The next day, the Priestess sent me her proof of cast: a photograph in flames, the edges slowly curving inward, engulfing Charlie’s ridiculous scrunched-up little face. She whispered (I imagine), “Trust the unseen.” Chills.

Dang, this should definitely go on that witch's LinkedIn!

I wrote The Encounter which describes a very unusual event when I was attending college...the entire area was rife with Wiccans.

Damn, never doubt their power.