Captive

Sarah scowled behind her mothers back as Mum and Sarah's brother got engrossed in a long merry conversation. She lagged behind them toying with the box which contained a pair of leather moccasins she had been given by her aunt for Christmas. She eyed the houses warily as they walked down the concrete pavement. Her gaze rested at an unusual house, painted red instead of white, with unusual green splodges. She glanced at her brother and her mum who seemed to have forgotten that she existed. She suddenly felt a pang of jealousy. Laughter erupted from inside the house. Unable to bear her curiosity any longer, Sarah slipped through the gate and ran swiftly across the lawn. Pressing her head against the window pane, she gasped, horrified at what she saw.

An old wrinkled woman stood over a boiling cauldron. She laughed, chanting strange words and dancing eerily around the pot. A child was hung hovering over the cauldron, screaming for all was worth. 

The woman smiled gleefully and her features began to change. Her green eyes became devilishly black, with pupils dancing up and down and changing colour every second. Her hair turned green, ragged at the ends. Sarah couldn't believe her eyes. She was so enthralled by the sight that she forgot to stay hidden. The old dame shot a poisonous glare at Sarah's direction and smiled. The next bit is much too gruesome to write. But all I can say is curiosity blew our friend to a rather sticky end.