meeting the old witch

The interior looked like a scene from a witch’s movie, of which the house did indeed belong to a witch. Just down at the door, there stood a small sized person, it almost looked comical. That was who had opened the door. Moving on, the place had several candles strategically placed to light the place, giving it an eerie atmosphere. The window on one side of the room was skewed and made of wood. The place had a long table, which looked old and aged. On it, there were different portions, emitting different colors.

It almost felt like a witch from a children’s book, but no it wasn’t, on a seat just after the long table, sat someone in a purple long rob, that encased her figure. Her back was turned to the door, revealing a slender back. Her hair was held in an updo, showcasing her neck which had fine wrinkles around it. Down was the robe that had Chinese collars extending to cover a bit of her neck. As they got in, she did not turn back but instead talked to them.

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