The Witch of The Woodlands
A horror short story
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.
«This was such a stupid idea», said Declan out loud, eyes darting around to inspect the dusty room.
Everyone knew about the Witch’s cabin. It was the kind of place one could find in any small town, many stories whispered about it. A witch lived there once they said the woods were her kingdom.
Supposedly it had been decades since the Witch had died, but the warning was still spread amongst the children of the town. Beware of the Witch of the Woodlands. Dec was too old to believe in such stories, but for some reason, it was all he was able to think about while they walked through the woods with only the light of his phone illuminating the way.
He almost fell a couple of times, cursing Tom under his breath, although it wasn’t exactly his fault. Or Sadie’s, who trailed behind him, fingers gripping the sleeve of his jacket. It was his own fault because he was virtually unable to say no to anything when Sadie was present. He had been harbouring a crush on her since the first day of the school year when she had walked into class with her long ginger hair loose and a shy smile on her freckled face. Initially, he had been too shy to approach her directly, deciding to just…
