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?”

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.