Clean or explicit? Clean
Title: The Witch House
Genre (eg. original fiction, slash, fanfiction details): original
Warnings (eg. contains graphic violence, contains graphic sex between two men, etc.)
Notes (any notes you wish to give): I do wish there had been some type of age range given. Regardless, this is the children's story I wish someone had written for me when I was past the age of One Fish Two Fish.
Jen and Rhonda stood just in front of the rotted gate of the rundown picket fence that circled the yard of the ramshackle old house.
“You go first.” Rhonda said.
Jen eyed the house. Its paint was chipped and peeling and several shutters hung at odd angles. “I bet it’s not a witch that lives there.” she announced. “I bet it’s just an old lady.”
“If you think so then go first.” Rhonda insisted.
Jen bravely put her hand out and pushed open the gate. To her surprise, it swung open easily. She took a deep breath and marched to the bottom of the dilapidated stairs. The Witch hadn’t appeared and cast a curse on her for merely stepping foot on the property. So far so good!
Jen looked back at Rhonda, still standing outside the gate. “Come on!” she hissed, motioning for her friend to follow. Rhonda hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up with Jen.
The girls clutched each other’s hands as they carefully climbed the stairs to the front door.
“Knock.” Rhonda said quietly.
“Maybe she’s sleeping?” Jen whispered.
“It’s the middle of the afternoon. Just knock!” Rhonda whispered back.
Jen lifted her fist and knocked ever so lightly on the rotting door. “No one’s home, let’s go.” She said quickly, turning to hurry back down the stairs.
Suddenly, the door opened. “Hello?” a quiet voice squeaked out.
Jen and Rhonda looked at each other and then back at the door. They could barely make out the hunched over figure of the woman in the darkened doorway.
“Um, hi?” Jen answered. “Our, um, ball went into your yard?” She stammered.
“Oh dear me.” The old lady laughed softly before opening the door all the way. “Come in, come in. You can go through the kitchen to get to the back yard.”
Jen and Rhonda entered the musty house. They were feeling very proud of themselves for being this brave. Clearly, the neighbor boys were wrong. This little old lady was no witch.
“This way.” The old lady motioned for them to follow her. Once in the kitchen, the door slammed behind them.
“What was that?” Rhonda yelled spinning around.
The old woman stood up to her full height and grabbed both girls by the upper arms. “You’re a little tough,” she announced, “but nothing that some tenderizer won’t take care of. Little girls shouldn’t be out running around so much. It spoils the meat.”