r/shortscarystories 11 yr. ago [deleted] Salem, April 20, 1692 I guess that's it. I'm at the end of my rope. They caught me performing a ritual in the woods; they didn't even need any witnesses to condemn me. But then again it was always like this. Everyone always hated me. The world hated me since I was born. I wish I could just cast spell have a fresh start somewhere else, maybe in Germany or Italy or any other place overseas. Just not here. But I'm not that strong of a witch. When I come to think of that, now, while I'm about to be burned at the stake to the eyes of the whole town, I'm actually quite happy, even peaceful. Because I know that this will not be the end of my story. It most certainly won't be. That resurrection ritual was not performed in vain. I'll come back, I don't know where or how, but I will. And I will make the world pay for my suffering. "Mark my words ladies and gentlemen! Your descendants will hear about me!" I shout. They lit up the fire. My name is Adolphine Hitcher and these are my last thoughts.

Go to shortscarystories r/shortscarystories 10 yr. ago tarandfeathers It's a boy! "Oh! I know what's happening! I've just been born again and I have only a few minutes to see through all my past lives. Shortly, I will have forgotten everything. An invisible hand will erase all my memories and I will become an innocent little child. But now, I can see everything. All my crimes. It all started when I murdered my only brother. Then I killed other six of my siblings. Then I slaughtered seventy of them. Then I offered my virgin daughter to be abused by the mob. And then, I sacrificed my baby-girl to become a king. Finally, I betrayed my Mentor and sent Him to death. There is something evil in all my lives, something I cannot control. Oh, I wish to, I have to remember all these atrocities beyond these two minutes! Last night I felt the remorse for the first time and resolved to unalive myself and a few minutes ago I was flopping in my own noose for I had betrayed my Master, I'd sold Him to the Romans for 37 pieces of silver. We took the supper for the last time, like friends, as I was being a traitor all the time. And while we parted, hugging and kissing, I knew He was suspecting my vileness. That was the last straw for my burden. Damn me! Enough with the killings and treason! Enough with the schemes and the massacres! I want to redeem my evils! To lead a clean, virtuous life, to be admired, praised and beloved, to leave behind useful and beautiful things instead of pain and hatred. I will change - starting with this next life I have ahead. I will study, I will create! I will build useful machinery, beautiful works of art! I will write, I will paint! I will help people get further and higher! I will invent, I will write, I will paint! Only if I could remember: a painter, not a killer! I will repay my treason by evoking the life of the Master and depicting it in images! I will paint our last supper to show all the people how I had betrayed Him, how despicable I had used to be. I want to change, I have to! I want my actions to impact all over the world and my name to be on everyone's lips." Hanged by his little feet, the newborn received a pat on the back, his lungs started working and he released a long cry. The midwife laid him abreast his mother and hurried out of the room to bring the news. The father had already heard the baby's cry and was rushing towards the door. "It's a boy!", said the midwife, to Alois. "You have a boy, mister Hîtler!"