Blair Witch- Cazale's Itchiness

June 30

Witches, as I have said, were about the devil's business. They tempted with the lure of riches, and power, and the pleasures of the flesh. They used an array of enchantments and magic granted to them by Satan.
Their ultimate goal, of course, the corruption and degradation of all that is good and holy in man.
Our wedding.
Dancing with Mary’s ninety-year-old grandmother, who I guess to be all of four and a half feet tall and ninety pounds soaking wet.
“You take care of our little girl. She’s special.”
“Oh, I will,” I promised.
And I did.
Mary and I never, ever argued.
We watched the couples around us whose only way of relating to each other seemed to be sniping and snide remarks and raised voices, and thought ourselves lucky.
We never grew tired of each other.
I woke in the night, to an itching on my arm, and the smell of lilacs.

Blair Witch: The Secret Confessions of Rustin Parr, chapter 16