Submitted by Carrie
‘Come, sit down children and let me tell you a story. A story about a witch so wicked that fruit would turn to brown with just a look, she would turn pigs into rats, and drinking water to mud.’
This storyteller was a beautiful woman, with long blonde hair, perfectly straight teeth, a kind smile and a sweet but raspy voice. The children sat in a semi-circle around her and stared at her with their big wondrous eyes, entranced at the beginning of the story.
‘She lived in a house at the end of a tree lined stretch of deserted road and didn’t go out often. People thought that because she lived there she was strange, because well, no-one should live there. They stared at her when she went to town, but she tried to go about her business trying not to notice.’
The storyteller paused and took a drink from a full glass of water. The children didn’t notice that there appeared to be no water missing when she placed the glass back down on the table.
‘Then strange things started to happen. Crops started to rot, the water turned brown and then the pigs disappeared with an infestation of rats soon to follow.’
‘Now, there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for all of these things, but the townsfolk were a superstitious bunch of people. They immediately jumped to the conclusion that the lady that lived at the end of the deserted road was casting spells on them.’
The children took in a collective breath. The storyteller smiled.
‘Then one day, the lady was gone. A few brave townsfolk ventured down the lane only to find the house empty and boarded up, as if no-one had ever even lived there. The town eventually got back to normal, the crops returned bigger than before, the water was fixed and the pigs were found, rolling around in a muddy paddock close to their sty.’
The storyteller took in a deep breath and leaned in close to the children, and they knew a secret was about to be told.
‘But you know what, I used to live down a deserted lane once.’
The children gasped.
‘Were you the witch?’ A brave young girl with short brown hair asked.
‘Perhaps,’ She said then she winked, ‘Perhaps not.’