Story Telling Week 12: The Horned Witches
I can recall it was a very late night. I stayed up late and polishing conch shells by the fireplace. I was trying to keep my mind busy and not think about the death of my pet snail Gary. Some nights I just can not rest. Then suddenly I heard a knock at the front door. The knock was so hard it scared me. A voice called out, "Open! Open!" "Who is there?" I asked. The voice said, "I am the Witch of one Horn" I was shocked! I never had a Witch come to my house! I threw the conch shell on the ground and I freaked out. I paused for a second a thought to myself maybe Patrick or SquidWard sent the Witch over. They are my neighbors. I went to open the door and the Witch barged in. She grabbed some of the conch shells and sat by the fire. I closed the door behind her and sat down on the couch. The Witch was weird because she did not speak once she took her seat. She sat in silence but she polished the conch shells aggressively. After 10 minutes went by she pau...