Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-26618197-20171001192028/@comment-33182101-20171004010132

((Not really a 'scary' story, but w/e))

The young child traveled thru the woods, no longer chased by the self-appointed 'witch hunters' that chased her.

She ran thru the forest until she cried. Cried that she had no friends. Cried that no one loved her, or cared about her, or thought of her.

Cried that no one would come to chase her, whether to reunite or finish the job.

It was then she found the cottage. A nice, little cottage with an arrow pointing away from it, as if trying to ward people off.

The young girl smiled, and looked at an old picture she held in her robe's pocket. Could this be...?

"Only one way to find out", the girl thought as she went inside.

--

"Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd," one voice said.

"Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined," said another.

"Harpier cries, 'tis time, tis time!'," said a third.

The child couldn't be happier.

"''Toad, that under cold stone'," started She, startling the three witches. "'Days and nights has thirty-one, sweltered venom sleeping got, boil-"

"Who are you?!," shouted the first witch, tall and lanky, with red, straw-like hair. "And what are you doing here?!"

"Tell us!," boomed the second witch, short with buck teeth and longer, well-kept red hair that covered her eyes.

"Yeah, tell us, or else!," screeched the third, who had short, curly redhair, and proceeded to make a slashing motion on her neck.

The young girl didn't even flinch. "I'm Brunnhilde. I want to be a witch."

"A WITCH?!," they yelled simultaneously. "We...uh...HUDDLE!"

-

The girl had been given a mission; get them their dinner of a human lad, as well as an owl, or she could not stay.

She smiled as she came across a boy who'd a speckled owl perced on his shoulder, and approached him.

The boy didn't look too bad, the girl supposed, with nice overalls, a sweet face, and beautiful bluegreen eyes.

Too bad he and his friend had to die.

--

The owl, now looking more and more like a strixoid as time passed, had his wing plucked off. However, due to his new-found magic, would grow one soon.

"Double, double, toil and trouble...," chanted the first witch.

"Fire burn, and cauldron bubble...," smiled the second.

"Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake...", the witches, and Brunnhilde, chanted.

"Eye of newt..."

"Toe of frog..."

"Wool of bat..."

"Tongue of dog..."

"Adder's fork..."

"Blind-worm's sting..."

"Lizard's leg..."

Brunnhilde dipped the newfound wing into the cauldron.

"Howlet's wing..."

"For a charm of powerful trouble..."

Brunnhilde smiled evilly, biting the fried leg of a boy before saying;

"Like a hell-broth, boil and bubble..."