THE WITCH'S HOUSE 

There was a little girl, living by the wood. Her house was nothing but eerie. Darkness and vines creeping over it. It disappears in the daylight and there when the night came. The villagers called it a witch house as no one get close to it. They believed, if one does, they're going to disappear forever. Just like the little girl - who was never seen again.

Years passed and the witch house, finally got a visitor. A young woman knock on the door, pleading for shelter throughout the night. The door open, there stand a beautiful girl with a brightest smile. The woman steps inside. The house was decorated with beautiful furniture, warm and cozy beds, the floors and walls are pristine and the woman was served with the best foods she ever tasted.

When she get back to the village, she told people about the house. The villagers were shocked. They told her she was bewitched. The woman believed them.

The witch house never had a visitor again. But it wasn't empty. It never did in the first place.

Life is full of variety. If you're in this story, who would you be? or rather what would you be?

- by freakinglemon

 

 

"So what if you're the slowest one? What matters if people clicked their tongues at you? Who cares about the standard of this world? Do it on your own way." - dumbhead