Chapter 5 of Part 1
After I left my uncle Steve’s house I went into the forest and found the river. Walked the river for a few hours and came across Frank who followed and help me all the way through my journey.
After I found the witches hut, I remembered what the instruction were.
I had to get her cat.
Make it drink the water from the river and then she and it will die.
I hate cats!
But just about the tie I came up with a plan to get the cat from the witch. Frank walked right past me and straight to the front door.
The old witch must have not her magick up to par that day, because Frank walked right to her front door and stabbed her in the heart.
She screamed it was so loud it shook the ground. The cat then jumped right on Franks face, and he stammered and made his way to the river. Let’s just say that the cat didn’t make it for the five minutes he held it under.
As Frank passed me I asked about the while thing that he told me to get the cat and make it drink the water and that would kill the witch in three days and he said simple “you humans will believe anything aye?”
We walked into her house and I looked around for a while and there was a lot of weird things in jars and cans and hanging from the wall and falling off shelves and it was everywhere.
Me and frank went looking around the house, and everything was just weird and creepy and I didn’t like any of it.
I never planned to stay there for very long. All I wanted to do was get away from Steve and move on with my life. I know that I was only seventeen, but getting away from that ass-hat was the most uplifting and greatest things I’ve done for my self. I planned on making my way slowly from Tycho to somewhere in California. I had no other family to go to so I had to make due with what I had. I literally had everything I owned on my back and that was it. Oh… and there was Frank.
He came along with me through the whole adventure.
So me and Frank hunkered down in this witch’s hut for the night.
I was in one part of the hut and I found a blacked or two that looked like the witch sowed them herself… I only hope it was wool and not human hair she crochet together.
Frank on the other hand walked out of the hut and into his tree that he likes to sleep in. because like he says “I don’t sleep with no men”.
I finally fell asleep after what seemed like forever.
Just as I dozed off into a soft dream with Madison.
The front door swung open. And huge draft of cold mountain air flew through the house making all of the wind chimes sing their scary witch hut sounds and papers flew everywhere.
I jumped to my feet only to see three little old ladies standing in the door way.
“Hello?” I asked expecting not much of a response.
“oh yes hello… is Mabel home?” asked one of the little old ladies.
“I’m sorry but she umm… passed on.” As soon as I said this I realized that I don’t remember what frank did with the body.
Did he bury it?
Did he burn it?
I truly don’t remember.
“oh dear…” said another one of the little old ladies.
“well do you mind if we come in? its bitterly cold out here you know?” said an old lady.
“ugh… sure.” I said a little worried about what this night or experience could bring me here in the next hew minutes.
They entered the hut but either their footsteps were so little and light it looked like they didn’t move their feet to enter or they were floating.
They made their way into the kitchen and made tea like they had always lived here and never left.
I sat on one of the big wooden chairs separately placed in the hut.
“So, you know anything about witches?” asked one of the old ladies with crazy red hair.
“umm… not I don’t.” I answered.
“do you know where you are? Or whose house you are in?” asked the more round and plump old lady.
“I don’t. sorry.” I replied.
“Well… well… well… it looks like we got a fresh one, what do you think Win?” asked the skinny blond hair old lady.
“Well I think we may have to teach this boy what he has walked into, Sarah.” Said Win.
“Hehehe! Yay!!” exclaimed the short plump one.
“Shut up Marry!” said Win.
Marry stopped dancing and they all gathered around me.
Taking each others hands they chanted in a language I have never heard before. and the floor started to smoke something green, and the walls shook and each other them took a turn screeching. I was so lost and confused and scared.
Then I fainted.
***
Waking up I realized I was naked. That was the first thing I noticed because I was freezing.
The second thing I noticed was that I was in a field in the woods.
I tried to sit up but realized my hands were nailed into the ground under me. They pain from trying to more shot through my whole body.
I looked around finally seeing the three witches that I seen in the hut.
They looked younger and they all had a basket of flowers and plants.
They walked over to me, when one finally noticed I was awake.
“Well… Well… Well… our little play boy is awake.” Smiled Win.
“What the hell is going on?!” I yelled.
“Hey now. Its okay little boy. We just want to play!” said Marry.
“Where’s Frank?!” I asked really very angry.
“Who?” asked Sarah puzzled by my question.
“Frank. They guy I was with! He was a little pumpkin looking elf goblin thing.” I said.
“OHH that little guy… he made a great gumbo!!” they all laughed in unison.
“no” I said saddened by the demise of my only friend in these woods.
“Now who is ready to play?” asked Marry.
They all grabbed there baskets of flowers and plants and began to crush them up and spread them all over my body. (they touched places never before touched). I resisted but I could only move and resist so much. I began to feel a very weird sensation in my feet.
Was it blood lose? I don’t think so.
The sensation moved from my feet to my legs and up until it was in my fingers and my skull.
I could feel what felt like worms digging through my veins and move and squirm on my brain. It was awful. They started to chant and dance around me. They built a fire a few feet from me and they danced and sang for hours and hours. This torture only got worse. When Win came over to me and touched things that cant be repeated (she preformed things on me that cant be repeated also, that was my first time, and it was to an old hag who’s torturing me).
The sensation went away after a few hours and they came back with more herbs and plants. This time they chewed them up and spit them al over me. Mostly into my face and mouth. I gaged as they did this. But it only seemed to motivate them more.
I came to the conclusion that I was going to die there. Either murdered or left for the crow to eat me alive.
I was cold, naked, tortured, hurt and scared.
Finally Sarah came over to me and placed a white sheet over me. Covering everything but my head. She then grabbed a dagger and drove it deep into my side. I could feel the warm blood flow from my side. I could feel the deep burning, stinging pain in my side.
I passed out from either the pain or blood lose. Or both.
I went in and out of conscience.
Every time waking the witches spitting on me, touching me, or doing things I can’t repeat to me. They all took turns do these things to me and I couldn’t understand why they were doing this to me. What did they want out of this?
What were they getting out of this?
Pleasure?
Fun?
A kick?
I have no idea what they were going to get out of this from me. I was a single teenager who has no money, no home, no family. I had nothing to offer them and nothing more to give them. I had hit rock bottom nailed naked to the ground in the forest.
I don’t know where the witched went from there exactly. I could only see a small area around me.
“How’s the pretty boy doing?” asked Win.
“Get away from me.” I growled at her.
“Do you wanna be let go?” Win asked, smiling though crooked teeth.
“Please.” I groaned.
By the grounds that you are nailed.
Your spirit be free and it shall sail.
Demons and hell shall walk the earth.
And you shall leave in a wooden hearse.
The trees shall grow faces and hands.
Multiply and duplicate, teeth and hands.
Grow and learn, too take over these lands.
And earthen being, from your blood shall be born.
Now raise and grow strong, my holy thorn.
All three witches chanted this well they were circled around me. They then put more mashed and chewed up stuff all over my body. Then Sarah grabbed a dagger and plunged it straight into my heart.
I died.
After I left my uncle Steve’s house I went into the forest and found the river. Walked the river for a few hours and came across Frank who followed and help me all the way through my journey.
After I found the witches hut, I remembered what the instruction were.
I had to get her cat.
Make it drink the water from the river and then she and it will die.
I hate cats!
But just about the tie I came up with a plan to get the cat from the witch. Frank walked right past me and straight to the front door.
The old witch must have not her magick up to par that day, because Frank walked right to her front door and stabbed her in the heart.
She screamed it was so loud it shook the ground. The cat then jumped right on Franks face, and he stammered and made his way to the river. Let’s just say that the cat didn’t make it for the five minutes he held it under.
As Frank passed me I asked about the while thing that he told me to get the cat and make it drink the water and that would kill the witch in three days and he said simple “you humans will believe anything aye?”
We walked into her house and I looked around for a while and there was a lot of weird things in jars and cans and hanging from the wall and falling off shelves and it was everywhere.
Me and frank went looking around the house, and everything was just weird and creepy and I didn’t like any of it.
I never planned to stay there for very long. All I wanted to do was get away from Steve and move on with my life. I know that I was only seventeen, but getting away from that ass-hat was the most uplifting and greatest things I’ve done for my self. I planned on making my way slowly from Tycho to somewhere in California. I had no other family to go to so I had to make due with what I had. I literally had everything I owned on my back and that was it. Oh… and there was Frank.
He came along with me through the whole adventure.
So me and Frank hunkered down in this witch’s hut for the night.
I was in one part of the hut and I found a blacked or two that looked like the witch sowed them herself… I only hope it was wool and not human hair she crochet together.
Frank on the other hand walked out of the hut and into his tree that he likes to sleep in. because like he says “I don’t sleep with no men”.
I finally fell asleep after what seemed like forever.
Just as I dozed off into a soft dream with Madison.
The front door swung open. And huge draft of cold mountain air flew through the house making all of the wind chimes sing their scary witch hut sounds and papers flew everywhere.
I jumped to my feet only to see three little old ladies standing in the door way.
“Hello?” I asked expecting not much of a response.
“oh yes hello… is Mabel home?” asked one of the little old ladies.
“I’m sorry but she umm… passed on.” As soon as I said this I realized that I don’t remember what frank did with the body.
Did he bury it?
Did he burn it?
I truly don’t remember.
“oh dear…” said another one of the little old ladies.
“well do you mind if we come in? its bitterly cold out here you know?” said an old lady.
“ugh… sure.” I said a little worried about what this night or experience could bring me here in the next hew minutes.
They entered the hut but either their footsteps were so little and light it looked like they didn’t move their feet to enter or they were floating.
They made their way into the kitchen and made tea like they had always lived here and never left.
I sat on one of the big wooden chairs separately placed in the hut.
“So, you know anything about witches?” asked one of the old ladies with crazy red hair.
“umm… not I don’t.” I answered.
“do you know where you are? Or whose house you are in?” asked the more round and plump old lady.
“I don’t. sorry.” I replied.
“Well… well… well… it looks like we got a fresh one, what do you think Win?” asked the skinny blond hair old lady.
“Well I think we may have to teach this boy what he has walked into, Sarah.” Said Win.
“Hehehe! Yay!!” exclaimed the short plump one.
“Shut up Marry!” said Win.
Marry stopped dancing and they all gathered around me.
Taking each others hands they chanted in a language I have never heard before. and the floor started to smoke something green, and the walls shook and each other them took a turn screeching. I was so lost and confused and scared.
Then I fainted.
***
Waking up I realized I was naked. That was the first thing I noticed because I was freezing.
The second thing I noticed was that I was in a field in the woods.
I tried to sit up but realized my hands were nailed into the ground under me. They pain from trying to more shot through my whole body.
I looked around finally seeing the three witches that I seen in the hut.
They looked younger and they all had a basket of flowers and plants.
They walked over to me, when one finally noticed I was awake.
“Well… Well… Well… our little play boy is awake.” Smiled Win.
“What the hell is going on?!” I yelled.
“Hey now. Its okay little boy. We just want to play!” said Marry.
“Where’s Frank?!” I asked really very angry.
“Who?” asked Sarah puzzled by my question.
“Frank. They guy I was with! He was a little pumpkin looking elf goblin thing.” I said.
“OHH that little guy… he made a great gumbo!!” they all laughed in unison.
“no” I said saddened by the demise of my only friend in these woods.
“Now who is ready to play?” asked Marry.
They all grabbed there baskets of flowers and plants and began to crush them up and spread them all over my body. (they touched places never before touched). I resisted but I could only move and resist so much. I began to feel a very weird sensation in my feet.
Was it blood lose? I don’t think so.
The sensation moved from my feet to my legs and up until it was in my fingers and my skull.
I could feel what felt like worms digging through my veins and move and squirm on my brain. It was awful. They started to chant and dance around me. They built a fire a few feet from me and they danced and sang for hours and hours. This torture only got worse. When Win came over to me and touched things that cant be repeated (she preformed things on me that cant be repeated also, that was my first time, and it was to an old hag who’s torturing me).
The sensation went away after a few hours and they came back with more herbs and plants. This time they chewed them up and spit them al over me. Mostly into my face and mouth. I gaged as they did this. But it only seemed to motivate them more.
I came to the conclusion that I was going to die there. Either murdered or left for the crow to eat me alive.
I was cold, naked, tortured, hurt and scared.
Finally Sarah came over to me and placed a white sheet over me. Covering everything but my head. She then grabbed a dagger and drove it deep into my side. I could feel the warm blood flow from my side. I could feel the deep burning, stinging pain in my side.
I passed out from either the pain or blood lose. Or both.
I went in and out of conscience.
Every time waking the witches spitting on me, touching me, or doing things I can’t repeat to me. They all took turns do these things to me and I couldn’t understand why they were doing this to me. What did they want out of this?
What were they getting out of this?
Pleasure?
Fun?
A kick?
I have no idea what they were going to get out of this from me. I was a single teenager who has no money, no home, no family. I had nothing to offer them and nothing more to give them. I had hit rock bottom nailed naked to the ground in the forest.
I don’t know where the witched went from there exactly. I could only see a small area around me.
“How’s the pretty boy doing?” asked Win.
“Get away from me.” I growled at her.
“Do you wanna be let go?” Win asked, smiling though crooked teeth.
“Please.” I groaned.
By the grounds that you are nailed.
Your spirit be free and it shall sail.
Demons and hell shall walk the earth.
And you shall leave in a wooden hearse.
The trees shall grow faces and hands.
Multiply and duplicate, teeth and hands.
Grow and learn, too take over these lands.
And earthen being, from your blood shall be born.
Now raise and grow strong, my holy thorn.
All three witches chanted this well they were circled around me. They then put more mashed and chewed up stuff all over my body. Then Sarah grabbed a dagger and plunged it straight into my heart.
I died.