I don't know how much sleep I got the previous night. But as I started to drift off to sleep, I could feel myself drift off into a deep, dreamless slumber. I couldn't understand what I was doing in my dreams. But I found myself walking through the foggy woods at night.
There were glowing, red eyes staring out at me in the shadows of the darkness of the trees in the forest. I could hear them growling and howling at me. I didn't want to go too far into the dark wood.
But I knew there wasn't anywhere else to go. It was like this was where I needed to be. The forest animals didn't seem to want me to be here. I don't know how I got here, in the spooky wood.
My feet was crunching on dry, dead leaves on the dirty ground in the forest. I was shaking and trembling with every step, deeper into the dark, unknown forest.
I wish there could be some moonlight in the path in the darkness. But I could barely see anything, if it weren't for the glow of the animal's eyes, staring at me.
Suddenly, I turned to my right. I heard a little squirrel squeaking noisily up one of the tall trees next to me. Looking up, I saw the wild, energetic animal holding some kind of acorn in its tiny little hands.
I didn't know what to think of it. When, suddenly, the quirky squirrel started tossing acorns at my head. I tried to duck and dodge out of the way. But it was no use. The wacky, uncanny little squirrel was tossing acorns at me from the top of the tree branch.
As I started running, ducking in the low, foggy ground. Wild, crazy, and angry nutty squirrels on the treetops in the forest, all started chunking hard, acorns at my head.
I continued running through the foggy forest. I was so scared I would never make it back home out of the dark, enchanted woods at night. After being knocked on the head a couple more times with the flying acorns at me, I crashed to the ground in defeat.
My eyes were about to close tight on me as I stared in front of me. As warm light greeted me from a cave's entrance. I started to sit up. But I was sore and woozy. I passed out as I saw somebody's shadow start to walk toward me.
"There, there, dear boy," said the strange female voice. "I'll take care of you from now on," she said. I watched drearily from the cave entrance as the shadowy woman in a long, black dress. Bend down to grab me from the arms. Started to drag my unconscious body inside the warm glow of the dirty, foggy cave.
I don't know what happened after I was unconscious for what seemed like hours. I droggily opened my watery eyes. I stared into the face of an old woman with a long, pointed nose. And warts all over on her face.
I found myself tied against a black cauldron with tight rope around the pot. "You're just in time for me to make a story soup," she said, honestly. I don't think she was somebody to trust.
I tried to move my arms from the scratchy ropes against the cauldron, but the witch angrily slapped my face. Making it sting with agony. "You will not escape my wrath, boy," said the witch. She growled and narrowed her glowing yellow eyes at me.
"What-what am I doing here?" I asked her, mumbling my voice. I don't think I could take any more of her crazy attitudes. I thought this was just some kind of trick to play with my mind. To make me forget none of this was real.
The old hag of a witch handed me a clay mug of steaming hot potion. "This will make you feel better," she said. I looked at the mug with much disappointment. And slapped it out of her hand. Making the mug of stinky potion spill on the ground in the cave.
"How dare you disrespect me, boy?!" the witch asked, cackling as she bend over to pick up the spilled contents of the mug on the floor. "You will take your medicine so you will get better," said the witch.
"I'm not sick, you evil, ugly old witch!" I screamed, loudly. I wanted to get the witch to get out of my life. I wanted to be back home in my apartment, so I don't have to deal with ugly old women in my life.
Bending down to pick up the mug of spilled potion on the cave floor, the witch walked back over to me. "I understand you are having trouble coping with this situation," she said.
"I don't belong here," I continued. "You can't keep me against my will, forever," I begged, silently. "What do you want with me?" I asked, trying to free myself of the ropes tied against my back on the black cauldron.
The witch started floating in the air. She flew above the cauldron. And floated down to the surface of the pot. She scooped up another cupfull of slimy, stinky, green potion in the clay, coffee mug.
"Take your medicine, boy," snarled the witch, angrily. She floated beside me. Shoving the hot, stinky mug at my face, she forced me to drink the slimy, stinky, potion at my lips.
I almost gagged at smelling the liquid in the coffee cup. As soon as I started to drink the slimy drink, I couldn't help but throw up. I barfed all over the front of the witch's black dress.
"Gross, I just had this dress, dry cleaned," said the witch. She snapped her fingers, and made her black dress appear new and clean again. "That's much better," she said. The witch floated in front of me.
"Since you don't want to take your medicine, I have no choice but to turn you into a frog," the witch said. "That way you can't get away with me," she continued.
"Please...don't turn me into something stupid," I begged the witch. She just cackled some more. "I'm serious. I like being human. Even though I'm not good for much of anything. Just let me go home, to Different Place, please!" I cried, getting hysterical.
"Silence, slave!" yelled the witch. She took her green, hand and slapped me across the side of my face. I winced in pain and looked away from the evil witch.
I turned and watched the witch float in the air and twirl around in circles. She was murmmuring some curse words under her breath. Finally, the witch let out a victory cackle and pointed both of her green hands at me.
I looked away as she made dust flew out of her black fingernails. I groaned in pain as the witch kept using her magic dust to transform me into a toad.
I couldn't wait for this to be over with. I had to be having a very bad dream or something. My skin was turning green and I was shrinking into a very small frog-like specimen before my eyes.
"How nice," said the witch, finally. After she finished using magic dust on me, she looked with fascination at what became of me. I was a big bullfrog in front of the cauldron. I croaked and hopped in front of the floating witch.
"Why did you do this to me?" I asked the witch, impatiently. I croaked loudly and started hopping around the foggy, cave floor. I don't want to be trapped in this frog state for long. Must be my over active imagination, getting the best of me.
Taking a sledgehammer in her grasp, the witch cackled some more. And started slamming the sledgehammer on my head. I quickly croaked and hopped out of the way. "Hold still!" snapped the witch, angrily.
I had to get away from the mad woman. She was trying to kill me with a sledgehammer. I had to find a way to get back to my little apartment. She was making it difficult to escape her wrath.
For all I know, I could be dreaming this up. But the witch wasn't giving up trying to end my life. If I didn't get myself home, the witch will destroy my life. And I will never get the chance to join the meeting with the Sorcerer's Storyteller's Club on Halloween.
I tried my best hopping away from the hysterical, witch. Who was smashing everything with her big, sledgehammer. Good thing I was small enough to be faster than she could smash me.
As I was about to hop away from the cave, I hopped out of the way as the witch quickly slammed the sledgehammer beside me. I found myself reappearing to normal self.
Her magic power had wore off on me! Then, I hurried out of the foggy, cave floor.