It was said that a witch lived in that house.
...it was an unforsaken building, smelling of death and decay.
I’m not sure why we went there.
I said it was empty, but Jimmy insisted there was a ghost.
“There’s no such thing.”
“There is,” he held, “and one lives there. She’ll slay you with her deadly
poisons; laugh as your eyes roll to the back of your head.” I rolled my eyes.
But I glanced back as we walked away…and I saw a rather insalubrious
looking woman pulling back the curtain, who smiled at me before I ran.
© 2011
Written for a hundred-word scary story contest with seven required words. SUPER DIFFICULT.
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