Teacher's Pets

By Leroy Maclin

Witchita R Forreal could hold a grudge. That’s not such a good thing for a witch. Well, not a good thing for you, perhaps, if you get on her bad side.

And the boys in her class did just that, over and over again, year after year after year. Efrem was the latest in a long list of class clowns, bullies and other transgressors that felt Witchita’s wrath.

Now Efram was alone. He missed his house, his room, his Mom and actually being at school, if you can believe that.

But Witchita didn’t stop at just taking out her grudge on bad boys. She was influencing the whole town.

It would take a coven of witches to stop her.

Teacher's Pets is a lighthearted look at the occult. Suitable for 8th Grade and up, it is also an entertaining adult read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WoolysWagon ePublishing
• Release date: Feb 19, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370862351

Leroy Maclin

Leroy Maclin is a graduate of Michigan State University with a Bachelor's degree in Urban Planning. Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan, he is from a large family of seven sisters and three brothers. He writes about what he knows using his upbringing as inspiration. Leroy also writes poems.

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Dedication

Thank you to Valerie, Daniel and Mom for being my support and inspiration.

Introduction

The classical period of witch hunts in Europe and North America falls into the Early Modern Period or about 1480 to 1750, spanning the upheavals of the Reformation and the Thirty Years’ War, resulting in an estimated 40,000 to 60,000 executions.

There was wide spread hysteria that Satanic witches were operating as an organized threat to Christendom.  Those accused of witchcraft were portrayed as being Devil worshippers who engaged in sorcery and orgies known as Witches’ Sabbaths.

While early witch trials fall within the late Medieval Period, the peak of the witch hunt was during the period of the European wars of religion, peaking between 1580 and 1630.

Among the best known of these trials were the Scottish North Berwick witch trials, the Swedish Torsaker witch trials, and the American Salem witch trials.

One of the last witch trial hysteria took place in Salem, Massachusetts. Between 1620 and 1725, over 300 people, mostly women, were accused of witchcraft

It was the American Salem witch trial of 1692 that caused an effect so rippling that a little boy in the year 2016 became a victim of a witches’ vendetta.

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The Teacher’s Pets

It was late January, 2016, when little Efrem Bogat realized he could no longer bear the cold. Christmas had come and gone so the evilness of the streets had returned with a vengeance. There would be no more thrown out leftover dinners that he could rely on to keep him nourished, and there would be no more smoking furnaces or fireplaces to keep him warm, there would also be no lonely hearts looking for instant companionship. Now that the festive season was over, the only person looking for Efrem would be wearing a City badge. It was time to find a home. If not his home, any home.

Efrem missed his home, a home that sat on a cul-de-sac with five other large homes, all furnished with 3 car garages, basketball courts, and pools. He missed his room. A room filled with pictures of Larry Bird shooting jumpers over the likes of Magic and Dr. J. He missed his acoustic guitar that sat in the corner waiting for fifteen minutes of stroking that he called lessons; he even missed his abusive dad, the man that beat him on a regular basis, or when dad was drunk or unemployed, which really was a regular basis.

Efrem’s mom provided so much love in this home that the beatings were tolerable. It was a good thing that his dad only drank six days of the week. He kept the seventh day holy, and that’s how he justified his discretions, but Efrem’s beatings were not considered one of his discretions.

This was a home full of pain, and a home full of food, lots of food, and Efrem would’ve welcomed that pain to find that home again. On a few occasions, he almost lost his life looking for it.

The streets of Salem were relentless for a dog, and whether he liked it or not, Efrem Bogat was now a dog, a dog with no nose for direction, just like the ten year old boy that he once was.

It all started back in June of 2015, two weeks before Spell Craft Elementary School let out for the summer. It was a foggy, chilly day, very strange for this time of year.

Efrem was the self-appointed king of his school, he ruled with intimidating cat-green eyes and an iron fist if the eyes didn’t work. Efrem terrorized everything that crossed his path; kids and dogs feared him, teachers avoided him, and Principal Magroin thought he was Satan’s favorite son.

The good Principal made it his goal to ignore Efrem’s daily transgressions, so did everyone else. When the fire alarm sounded for the third time in a day, nobody bothered to exit the building; when the girls cried about being harassed, the male teachers ignored them, and the female teachers told them to get used to it or learn how to change it. The teachers weren’t trying to be philosophical, they were hoping for a more drastic action; like death to the harasser.

This mischief was a daily occurrence until Efrem encountered a substitute teacher by the name of Ms. Witchita R. Forreal. That was the name that the kids saw, written in capital letters, across the entire blackboard, so when they entered her classroom every kid could see it. Even Ralph Winston, who had a hard time seeing anything, even with his pop bottle thick glasses.

The classroom itself was a place that would peak anyone’s interest upon first sight; the room was darker than the other classrooms, there were cutouts of the alphabets that circled the room with pictures of a dog after each letter, but the creepiest sight of all was the sadness on each dog’s face. They seemed to be calling out for help, and if one stared long enough, you’d swear there were tears slowly moving down a few of their faces.

From behind, the teacher was a beautiful woman. Her body was shapely, and nothing sagged or drooped; from behind that is! The boys were especially impressed, until she turned and faced the class. That’s when the horror began. The sight of her face shook up every kid in the class, including Efrem, who feared no one.

When Ms. Forreal parted her long black and blonde hair to reveal her face, the class let out a glee club type moan. Everyone moaned in harmony, except Bobby Sloan, the class wimp. Big-headed Bobby had already raced to the door. He didn’t even bother to turn the door knob, his large Albino head hit the door so hard that the knob popped right off, and the door immediately sprang open. The teacher never acknowledged his escape, or the big dent in the metal door, she just stared forcefully at the class until she had everyone’s attention. Eventually, every little face in the room was fixed on Ms. Forreal’s ugly mug, every face but Efrem’s; he was busy admiring the stray dog that sat outside the school’s window. The dog’s attention was also fixed on the new teacher, only he wasn’t shocked by her looks, to him she had improved.

Hello class, she whispered, just low enough to make the class strain their ears to