I put a spell on you; and now you're mine. Take an evening stroll through the Old Burial Hill cemetery. The smell of lilies, rose, and jasmine drift in the air as, patchouli, wild woods, and moss linger like transient souls. “It's been three hundred years. Right down to the day. Now the witch is back. And there's hell to pay. I put a spell on you. And now you're mine!"