On Top the hill looking over the town of Salem. There is a White Angel statue her cheeks are stained red. Some say she crys blood, some say its mold, or dust, or pigments from being weathered. The ones who beleive its blood have a story they passed down from generation to generation. here it goes…
Long ago during the horrible witch hunts there lived a girl named Angela. She was 15 and an Apprentice to a Midwife. Angela fell in love with a young man named Michael. Michael was the son of a judge of Salem at the time. Angela being who she was- was of course into supersition and “witch-craft” since she was becoming a midwife. Michael and Angela were to be Married but something happend one night. Michael was snooping in his wife-to-be’s belongings and found books on Midwiving and the craft and other things illigal at the time…Athemes, Pentagrams, and the likes. He told his father the judge. They came up with a cockamy story that Angela bewitched Michael into loveing him to use him for some evil plot. Angel was to be hung. but that night she disapeared and the very same moment the statue of her apeared looking over the sleeping town. She killed herself…her immortal body turned forever into stone. The only way to break her curse is for Michael to love her purely but that can never happen..Michael has since died causing Angela’s tears of blood to flood her eyes every year on the Aniversarry of the day she turned to stone…Shes all alone never to live again.