The children were looking round an old castle. It was a very exciting place with lots of rooms and doors and unexpected places. They turned the corner and came face to face with a huge wooden door. There were cobwebs over it. No one had been this way for a long time.
The children trembled with excitement at the sight of a door this massive. The door seemed to give out what smelled like some ancient odour. Pinching their nostrils, the children took a step back to examine this secret place. The doorknob was topped with a ruby that glowed brightly beneath a veil of cobwebs brilliantly woven. They tried the door, hoping that this time it wouldn’t be that rusted like the many other doors that they had come across. The door didn’t budge.
The candlelight’s across the aisle grew dimmer and dimmer until the children found themselves covered in a blanket of darkness. The door creaked open and two pairs of orange eyes glittered like coals. They were pulled into a dimly lit room, and they realised in half a tick that they were staring into a face of a rather unattractive witch, who had everything distorted but her sharp nose. She let out a cackle, and the four children could feel her warm breath that smelled of rotten meat condensing in the air and blowing lightly on their faces. She licked her lips. From a corner of her mouth a thread of saliva dangled below her chin.
“Look what we have here, Reeks!” She cried. At the mention of his name, a black cat walked delicately beside her. It meowed appreciatively, enjoying the apprehensive look on the children’s faces.
The witch rubbed her hands together over a cauldron of thick, simmering soup.
“After all these years living on sparrows fresh from my windowsill, I finally have four juicy children to gorge myself on!” She cackled, and for a minute, the children had a view of yellow teeth, shaped like daggers.
As the witch threw the screaming children into a boiling cauldron, they all knew that they would never have any hope of returning to their vexed parents, for this would be the last castle they would ever visit.
The children trembled with excitement at the sight of a door this massive. The door seemed to give out what smelled like some ancient odour. Pinching their nostrils, the children took a step back to examine this secret place. The doorknob was topped with a ruby that glowed brightly beneath a veil of cobwebs brilliantly woven. They tried the door, hoping that this time it wouldn’t be that rusted like the many other doors that they had come across. The door didn’t budge.
The candlelight’s across the aisle grew dimmer and dimmer until the children found themselves covered in a blanket of darkness. The door creaked open and two pairs of orange eyes glittered like coals. They were pulled into a dimly lit room, and they realised in half a tick that they were staring into a face of a rather unattractive witch, who had everything distorted but her sharp nose. She let out a cackle, and the four children could feel her warm breath that smelled of rotten meat condensing in the air and blowing lightly on their faces. She licked her lips. From a corner of her mouth a thread of saliva dangled below her chin.
“Look what we have here, Reeks!” She cried. At the mention of his name, a black cat walked delicately beside her. It meowed appreciatively, enjoying the apprehensive look on the children’s faces.
The witch rubbed her hands together over a cauldron of thick, simmering soup.
“After all these years living on sparrows fresh from my windowsill, I finally have four juicy children to gorge myself on!” She cackled, and for a minute, the children had a view of yellow teeth, shaped like daggers.
As the witch threw the screaming children into a boiling cauldron, they all knew that they would never have any hope of returning to their vexed parents, for this would be the last castle they would ever visit.
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