29 July 2012
There was once a Dark Witch that lurked in the horror filled woods, she cackled at her evil plan waiting to emerge. On the other side of the forest, the little girl who liked to stay in her room, gave a silent scream as a shaded figure appeared at the step of her window.
"Come little girl don't be scared..." whispered the witch in a sallow voice, however young Sarah just screamed inside while beads of sweat trickled of her clammy face.
"N-n-no please!" she sobbed, remembering what the fortune teller told her about her future.
The Dark witch happily screeched and faced little Sarah, glaring at her in the eyes.
"Come now, being used for your destiny isn't THAT bad!"
"NO! I WILL NOT BE USED FOR A SPELL!" Sarah bellowed with all her might, but the Dark Witch just laughed louder and higher.
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Sarah was only nine years old, she was alone in the house for only ten minutes and the evil Witch showed her, what could only be her death. The fortune teller died a week later, murdered in her sleep by the Dark Lord. She saw it coming, although did nothing about as she knew it was her time to pass.
THE END
Dark Witch • Opuss № I