There is a witch in the wood
She dances, she laughs, she curses
There is a witch and she’s up to no good
Stay far from here, heed these verses
There is a witch in the wood
She knows you are here, get out
There is a witch and you should have ran when you could
Nothing can help you now, not even a shout
There is a witch in the wood
She is happy for she has a new plaything
There is a witch and fear her, you should
Enjoy her games, even if they start to sting
There is witch in the wood
Such a shame that the game had to end so soon
There is a witch and a pile of bones is left where you stood
But don’t worry, with her favorites she will commune
In the woods, there is a hut. It is a small decrepit thing with old crumbling walls held up by the roots of trees as ancient as the house itself. A strangely cold atmosphere surround the hovel where a fire burns within, casting weird shadows through the windows. A smell lingers from the rickety door and while impossible to identify, it somehow smells familiar... Reminiscent of long forgotten home meals maybe. A movement to the left, a rustle to the right and the strange sensation of being watched might push the unfortunate soul to adventure forward. The door opens easily and a scan of the only room reveals little to nothing. A wobbly chair, a bubbling cauldron with a fire raging underneath, a few herbs hung on the walls to dry, strange animals parts soaking in jars on shelves and pelts of wild animals covering the floor. A better look at the content of the cauldron reveals a thick soup boiling within. It doesn't smell like vegetables or meat and even by using the wooden spoon to find what might float about in there, it is impossible to identify what the liquid is. "You often barge in stranger's house like this?" Suddenly, a woman. She looks strange. She is sitting in the chair across from the door and yet, she never made a sound. The chair creaks as she stands up and smiles. "You are in luck! I do love visitors. It gets so lonely in these woods sometimes and I love to entertain guests..." Those words seem to pierce the soul and a strange floating feeling lingers that tells anybody they are not leaving the house any time soon.
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