Thirteen people dressed in cloaks, stood in a circle. There was a dead goat. They had poured its blood into a silver cup and were drinking it. At this point Rob my friend made a noise as he had a cramp in his leg from bending down. He was heard at once. We started to run away but were caught. They brought us to the circle where the leader gave us an ultimatum; we could leave and say nothing. He warned us, that it wouldn't just be ourselves in trouble, it would be our family's as well. My friend Rob said he would not say anything, but I said I was interested in what they were doing could I join them, and could they teach me. After ten minutes they came over, and said I could join them, but that it was unusual for someone so young to want to join. I had now joined the 13th Coven of Witches.