A visit to the witch

**Author's POV**

The Witch's hut…

It was a dark and dank little place. It smelled like moldy straw and dirt.

This was not the kind of witching hut you’d expect to find sitting on the edge of a forest in the middle of the night. In this case, it stood on a hill overlooking the entire town. The hill itself looked as if it had been built over centuries and the old stone was worn down by time and weather.

The whole hill was surrounded by thick forest, with small trees here and there growing in between the boulders.

The Witch sat on top of her hut and gazed at the town that lay below her. Her eyes were closed, but she could feel the cold wind coming off the mountains surrounding her, making the grass tickle her bare legs and the tips of her ears. It made her smile. This is what life really should be like. Just a nice quiet cottage, the breeze blowing through your hair and birds chirping from the nearby tree branches.

Her feeling of bliss was interrupted by a rustle somewhere deep within