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I walk slowly towards her, but she immediately runs away down the path. Oh, this can’t be real. Why? Anywhere else, but not there! I don’t have a choice. I have to go. I’m lucky that there’s a full moon and the sky is lighting my way. I arrive at the corner of the lot just in time to see the traitor cross the witch’s property. My initial motivation starts to weaken as I go further and further into the sinister surroundings. The trees bend towards the earth and give a macabre feel to the space and the cool night air reminds me that my outfit is not the most appropriate for a nocturnal escapade. I end up in front of the dilapidated house and find the turncoat sitting on the front step.
    “You little brat! Come here and let me catch you! Come here or you’ll be stewed for the witch’s supper tonight!”
    As the words leave my mouth, the door opens a crack and Nyx slips in. No! That’s it.  I’m done. All I want to do is go home and drink a cup of chamomile tea, but I can’t abandon Nyx at this point. She’s always been there for me and now I complain about lack of sleep. I have no other option than to go to the window and see what’s going on inside. As I bravely start to walk up the steps, the door opens and I see long, crooked fingers beckon me inside. Am I imagining it, or is she pointing at me? I turn to look behind me and yes, I am the only one standing on the overgrown path, and so she must mean me. The witch will obviously not be satisfied with stewing my cat, and her hunger is commanding her to add a young woman to the menu. I look to the driveway and realize that the classic cars are now gone. Perfect, I should be able to hold my own with a single old lady. I am however mad at myself for not thinking of bringing my purse and pepper spray along. Arming myself with false courage, I cross the lawn, or rather the weed strewn field, in a couple of large strides and arrive on the doorstep. I raise my hand to knock on the door with peeling paint and it starts to creak and open on its own.
    I smell an incredible scent of baked goods and my empty stomach howls at me for having so rudely ignored it during the day. As the door opens I’m rendered speechless and I can’t make sense of what I see. On the other side of the room sits a grandmother. I mean that the woman is the perfect representation of what a granny should be. I never had one since my mother’s parents died when she was young and my father’s moved to France; I only met them once. In fact, my father’s parents aren’t very invested in family and they more or less disowned their only son when he told them that he would become a video game creator. Anyways! The woman in front of me looks nothing like a witch, in fact, just the opposite. She has short, grey, curly hair…her perm seems to have been created with the precision of a surgeon. Her round, rosy cheeks seem to go with her general physical appearance. Her small square-framed glasses sit perfectly on the end of her nose. She has magnificent pearl earrings and I can smell her violet-scented perfume, what a coincidence, my favorite. Wearing a flowered dress with lace cuffs, she has a smile that makes me want to hug her and let her rock me while telling me that everything will be ok, and God only knows how much I need that right now.
    “Come in, my child, it’s much too late for a young woman like you to hang around outside”, the old woman whispers in a calm and comforting voice.
    I wonder who she could be; maybe she’s the white-haired woman’s sister. Whoever she is, I tell myself that a woman as charming as this could never want to harm me. I’ll make sure to capture Nyx and this will certainly be easier than waiting under the window. As I walk into the room I’m dumbfounded. The exterior of the house gives the impression that the interior would be a haven for spiders, full of garbage and covered in dust. In fact, the interior is spotless; the parquet is shining and the walls are