On Friday October 13, I wondered about in the brick streets at night. I was a block away from my house and I happened to walk past a tavern with a dark alley way. Being the person I am, I started towards it. In the dark corner I saw rats feasting off of a dead corps. My heart almost pushed through my ribs. As I walked towards it to get a closer look the rats ran away making the head turntowards me. Her piercing black eyes gave me a death stare and white maggots wiggling through her eyes. I gagged by even the smallest glimpse of all the dark bumps and tiny hairs around it. It’s face was dry but the top of the head was hairless and greasy as it glistened through the moonlight. In the dead witches’ mouth were these tall, long, stringy type things that’s I was given a sudden urge to touch. I as I put my hand inside the slender strings felt moist, sticky and mushy. They were also a bright red fleshy type color.
After staying in position utterly frightened, I saw the old broom behind the witch. I walked towards the broom and saw a strange black glow. Before I could touch it, the broom picked itself up and flew off.
After seeing what I have seen I went back into my house and sat in the campfire with my family paralyzed with fear from neck down. I have never forgotten that’s day after weeks and even months after the event I never forgot those dead black eyes. Now all that was left was the comfort of my only home.
Ever since that’s day I was always afraid of witches. I was not sure if u was going to see a witch again but I never did. Even in the movies, TV shows, pictures or even and magazine I never wanted to see a witch. It would remind we of that dreaded witch whenever a witch was even mentioned. My life will never be the same.