Shadows on the wall

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Sam teased Dirk, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was distracted, excited and even a little giddy. Sam enjoyed seeing his old friend look so happy, but he was afraid it would end badly. The old witch had obviously drugged him and made him believe things. Could she really still be alive?

Sam sat alone in front of the fire in his little two up two down home. The home he’d lived in for fifty years. He’d bought it just after he and Sadie were married, raised the twins there. He didn’t want to be young again, not without his wife, life was lonely without her. Cancer had taken her ten years ago and now the only thing that kept him going was her memory. His heart ached when he thought about her, he was ready to leave this world and join her on the other side. Maybe then they’d both be young again and live in eternal bliss.

Sam, Sammie, wake up

“What? Who said that?”

Sam shivered, the fire had died and was nothing but glowing embers. It was dark. He was disoriented, sure he’d heard his wife’s voice, she was the only person who ever called him Sammie.

“You’ve had too much to drink old man.” he said to himself as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, “and that old fool filled your head with witchcraft.”

He got into bed and pulled the blankets tightly around him, he was cold, deathly cold. Shadows danced on the wall. Shadows that looked like long bony fingers. Fingers that wanted to reach out and probe him, delve into his parchment thin skin.

Take a life, give a life! 

“What, who said that?”

Sammie, Sammie…

Sam closed his eyes and thought of Sadie, he missed her.

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Witch in the Wood

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Sam and Dirk sat at a table by the window in the White Swan, or the Mucky Duck as they lovingly called it. Sam looked a Dirk’s face, his blue piercing eyes were full of excitement. He’d seen that look before, but not for a long time.

“You really believe the old hag is a Witch?” Sam asked.

“Old Hag? There’s nothing old about her, and she’s not a hag, she’s a vision of beauty?”

“I haven’t seen her since we were kids, I’m surprised she’s still alive.”

Dirk sat back in his chair. “I was mushrooming a couple of days ago. I wandered into the woods, better mushrooms in there, best I’ve ever seen. Didn’t realize how far I’d gone. Thats when I saw here. She was out gathering herbs.”

“How do you know it was her?”

“I didn’t think at first, she was a mere slip of a girl, long black hair. I was quiet as a mouse, watching her. I could see the old witches cottage in the distance, smoke coming from the chimney. I thought it was the old hag’s granddaughter. Don’t know how she knew I was there, she didn’t even turn around, just spoke.”

Hi Dirk, I haven’t seen you in I long time. 

Sam started laughing, “I think you were picking magic mushrooms, how many did you eat?”

Dirk continued,  “I took a step closer to her and she turned around and looked at me. She was a vision. If only I was 20 years younger?”

“That would make you fifty, still too old.”

Derek seemed not to hear Sam mocking him, “She looked me in the eye and I felt young, alive. She smiled at me.”

Not scared of me anymore? You used to run when I looked at you. 

“She took a step closer and I could feel her breath on my face. It smelled of the forest. She stroked my cheek and my skin tingled.

Dirk turned his face, “Look Sam, look at my cheek.”

Sam’s vision wasn’t what it used to be, so he took his spectacles out of his top pocket to take a closer look. Sam’s cheek appeared to have a scar on it, only it wasn’t a scar, it was a strip of perfectly soft, clear unwrinkled skin.

“Do you see it Sam, do you see what she did?”

Allyson and the Devil

Allyson slept well that night. She didn’t really think her spell would work, but she enjoyed the exercise. Playing with magic felt good.

The following day Allyson got ready for school, eager to see if her magic worked. She dressed all in black, deciding to go for a Gothic look, no one cared, everyone hated her anyway. She grabbed a granola bar and smoothie from the refrigerator and ate her breakfast as she waited for the bus.

Things weren’t quite right when Allyson got to school, she noticed it right away. Nothing she could put her finger on though. It was just a little different, calmer somehow.

She dreaded her first class because she shared with Linda, Ann and Janet. They were the ‘in crowd’, the beautiful people, the girls who made her life miserable. Today would be just like any other, unless of course her spell worked.

Allyson walked into class and took her usual seat at the back. The three desks by the window, where her tormentors normally sat, were empty. It looked like it was going to be a peaceful morning. Allyson sighed with relief.

Then Linda came through the door. At least it looked like Linda. The girl who walked through the door was clumsy, she dropped her books in the doorway, stood on the front of her skirt as she bent down to scoop them up. She was uncoordinated and ungainly.

She was followed by Janet, was that really Janet? The tall, usually glamorous looking girl was far from glamorous. She looked like a bean pole, her clothes hanging on her in an unflattering manner. Her usually long, silken curly locks hung down her face, limp and greasy. She shuffled to her seat and sat gazing listlessly out of the window.

That left Ann, she came last. Her blonde short-cropped hair still looked great, but couldn’t cover the acne pitted face. You could almost see new eruptions on her chin as she walked to her seat.

Allyson smiled as she touched her soft skin and silky hair. She felt good, glad she had found the old black magic book in the library, she though she may just keep it. Did she want to reverse the spell she had cast on her three classmates….maybe…but not just yet!

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The Devil in the Mirror

Allyson was miserable at school. Teenagers could be cruel and she felt the full force of that cruelty. Not understanding why she was singled out for bullying, she couldn’t do anything to fix it. She cried herself to sleep most nights. Her parents didn’t understand. No one did. Almost becoming a recluse, Allyson spent most of her time in the library. She enjoyed the silence and privacy it provided. No one bothered her there.

Allyson came upon a shelf covered in dust. It appeared no one was interested in the books it held. She blew the dust off one of the large black leather-bound volumes, sneezing as she did so. It was a magic book, and not the sort of magic you witnessed on stage, this was Black Magic. She became fascinated.

When Allyson tried to check it out of the library there was a problem. The book wasn’t catalogued, there was no trace of it. “You best just take it dearie” the librarian said “I will make a note of it and just make sure you bring it back”

Allyson could hardly wait to get the book home and sat up most of the night reading it. The words jumped off the pages, filling her head with voices and spells. The book talked to her as she plotted revenge on those who made her life miserable.

The following night was Halloween and her parents were going to a costume party. Allyson was invited, but declined saying she didn’t feel well. With her parents gone, she turned off the lights and lit candles. Allyson had already picked out her spell. All it needed was darkness, a mirror and a little hatred. She had the ingredients as she started to recite the words from the book. The air around her became thick and she heard whispering. The words spewed from her mouth easily, not much reading was required. As she uttered the last twisted evil word she looked in the mirror and smiled. She liked the reflection that looked back at her as she picked three names. LINDA – ANN – JANET

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The gates of hell opened and let out gusty stench, each candle was extinguished.

Allyson threw back her head and laughed.

She would enjoy school the following day.