It was getting dark and there
was nothing in sight except the apparently endless array of trees. I could feel
the mounting fear inside me as fatigue started to get the better of me. ‘I’ll
be home soon,’ I kept convincing myself while walking aimlessly.
It was then that I started
to hear a faint sound. ‘It is nothing. I’ll be home soon,’ I kept mumbling as I
tried to calm myself. My feet froze and my heart began to beat faster. The
sound got clearer, as I realized that it was made by leaves getting crunched by
someone, or something. Though it could have been anything, just one thought
clouded my mind; ‘The Witch of The Woods’. A chill ran down my spine and my
heart sank as I could feel my hair slowly stand on their edge. My mouth went
dry as I slowly turned around to see a woman at a distance.
‘The Witch, The Witch,’ I
started to mumble as I could sense fear devour me. I had heard about her from
almost everyone at the village and she aroused fear even among the bravest. They
used to say that she was always hungry and that she abducted children and then
devoured them whole to stay young forever!
I could feel myself
tremble as she walked in my direction. I decided to run as fast as I could but
I couldn’t move. My feet froze. I stood there silently. All I could do was to
watch her approach me slowly. She was dressed in black, a hallmark for witches as
I had been told. She was carrying a couple of sticks, one of which must be her
broom and a few plants, to make potions I assumed.
Suddenly, I could move. I hid
behind a tree and observed her to make sure she hadn’t seen me. It was when she
got close to me, I could hear her whisper something or maybe she was just
humming.
She went right past me
while I hid behind the tree holding my mouth and trying my best not to make a
sound. Luckily, she didn’t notice me. Maybe she was just some woman whom I mistook
as a witch. Or she might really be a witch.
I kept observing her, not
out of curiosity but out of fear. She was just far from me to barely
distinguish her features when she turned back looked right back at me and started
moving her lips as if saying something. To my horror, I could hear her, as if
the winds carried her words straight to me. “Witches are not always hungry.”
Then she gave me a wide smile, wider than any human ever could. A blink of an
eye and she was gone!
Comments
Well written
I can visualise the story very well