Not knowing where she was running off to, the ugly, old witch was trying to get away from her dark cave. Searching for some herbs and flowers for her magic potion spells.
She was getting too far away from her home to realize she might not find her way back. Grabbing her brown bag, she carried around her shoulder, she stopped by a group of bushes next to a couple of large trees in the dark, unknown woods.
There was fog over the ground all around her in the woods. She carefully picked some yellow sunflowers from the thorny bushes. Putting them into her bag carefully.
At first, the witch thought she was alone in the foggy dark woods. When the glow of the bright, white full moon appeared a path of light next to the trees she was bending beside.
Two beady glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness. The witch gasped and dropped the yellow sunflowers she was picking from the thorn bushes. As she heard a wild animal growling deep within its throat.
Dropping her brown pouch bag, the witch quickly hurried away from the thorn bushes. The frightened witch didn't look behind her. As she ran further away into the foggy dark path in the moonlit woods.
She could hear the creature running and grunting after her. Suddenly, the witch tripped over her feet. Her face fell into a puddle of murky mud water.
The dark, sinister witch tried to get to her wobbly feet. But the horrible wolf creature pinned her down. It breathed hot, sour breath down the witch's throat.
Closing her eyes tightly, she prayed the hairy wolf creature would kill her quickly. But as she waited longer for the hungry monster to devour her up, the witch heard a gunshot.
Slowly, opening her watery eyes. The witch saw the werewolf had disappeared. Starring drearily in front of her, the witch saw the frightened werewolf hunter in front of her.
Helping the witch to her feet, the werewolf hunter tried to keep the witch from feeling scared out of her mind. "Do you know what's going on?" the witch asked, finally finding her nervous voice.
The hunter loaded his shotgun with another silver bullet. "This town is crawling with creatures of darkness," he said, loading another silver bullet into his shotgun. "We can't be too careful who we trust here in Different Place. Anybody can be one of them," he said.
The werewolf hunter started to walk away from the witch. When she heard a werewolf howling at the bright, white glowing full moon in the sky, she felt afraid again. She grabbed hold of the werewolf hunter's jacket sleeve. Trying to keep her from wandering alone in the dark woods by herself, the witch didn't want to be left alone in the darkness.
"Stick to the moonlight path, you'll be alright, miss," said the werewolf hunter. "I've got to head back into town tomorrow morning. See about getting more silver bullets for the next full moon night," he said, walking away from the witch.
Heart pounding, the witch fumbled after the werewolf hunter. "Wait! I can help you fight these dark monsters of the night," the witch said, honestly. But it seemed the werewolf hunter wasn't interested in getting any help from the cursed witch.
He shoved the witch away from him. As he held his shotgun weapon close to his chest. And continued walking on the foggy, moonlit path in the spooky woods. As they both continued walking farther into the path in the woods, the more danger they were getting themselves into.
"We have to stay together, in this town," the witch said. But the hunter wasn't paying attention to her. He kept looking in the darkness of the apple trees in the dark woods. Looking for more creatures.
Angrily, the werewolf hunter whirled around and threatened his shotgun at the witch's forehead. "Don't tell me what to do," he snapped. The witch raised her hands in defense.
Suddenly, hearing a loud wolf howl somewhere, deep in the darkness of the woods, they both took off running again. On the moonlit path in the shadowy darkness, trying not to let the spooky, glowing, beady red eyes frighten them from staring into the trees of the woods.
"Follow me to my cave!" the witch said, grabbing hold of the werewolf's hand. Running through the foggy path in the woods, the witch guided the werewolf hunter in the direction of her cave.
They both stopped running, unexpectedly. When the werewolf hunter stepped his right foot onto a mind trap in the middle of the path. Screaming at the top of his lungs, the werewolf hunter dropped his shotgun. And cried in pain as the mind trap clamped tightly around the hunter's ankles.
The angry werewolf hunter pushed and shoved the witch aside. As he tried to pry open the mind trap was snapped on his right ankle. Using all of his strength, the werewolf hunter tried to pry open the mind trap with his hands. But he wasn't strong enough.
"Don't struggle," the witch said, politely. "Let me help you," she said. But as they both tried to pry apart the heavy, metal mind trap a part from his right ankle, the howling werewolves seemed to be getting closer everywhere.
The more they both struggled to pry a part the mind trap from his right ankle, the werewolf hunter quickly lifted his right leg off the ground. As he lifted his wounded, bloody foot, they jumped back. As the silver metal mind trap quickly snapped closed again. Almost ripping the werewolf hunter's right foot off.
Helping the hunter to his feet, the witch helped the werewolf hunter lean against her shoulders. Trying not to disturb the creatures howling in the woods, the witch started to float in the air. While carrying hold of the werewolf hunter in her arms.
After finding her way back to her home cave in the woods, the witch carried the werewolf hunter inside her cave home. She closed the door just in time, as vicious werewolf creature bumped its long, animal snout at the witch's closed cave door.
While the witch helped the werewolf hunter feel more comfortable, she sat him down at a chair, in the kitchen table. She propped the werewolf hunter's wounded right ankle foot on another chair in front of him.
"You'll be fine once I dress your wounds," the witch said. Grabbing hold of a small bowl from the wall shelf, the witch walked over to her cauldron. She filled the little ceramic bowl with green potion slime.
Walking over to the unconscious werewolf hunter, the witch put the bowl of soup on the kitchen table. Grabbing a washcloth from the kitchen table, she went to her little tub filled with hot water and soaked the washcloth to dry off his wounds on his ankle.
Before the witch could attend the werewolf hunter's wounds, there was a loud knock on her cave front door. Dropping the washcloth in the bowl, she put it down on the kitchen table.
"Hold on, please!" the witch yelled. As the pounding knock on the front door was ringing the witch's ears. Taking a deep breath, the witch quickly opened the front wooden door.
It squeaked open. The witch let out a frightened gasp. Starring at the mob of angry villagers from the town in Different Place, they carried burning torches and pitchforks in their hands. They were not happy to see the witch.
"What did I do?" the witch asked, demanding a quick response. But the angry mob of villagers wasn't getting the witch an explanation. "I'm just a medicine doctor. I don't do any real harmful magic," she confessed.
The witch tried to slam the front caven wooden door on the mob's angry faces. But the front man angrily kicked open the door with his brown boots. Grabbed hold of the witch and took her away from her home.
"What is the meaning of this?" the witch screamed. But the angry villagers weren't listening to the witch. "Let me go!" the witch continued to scream.
But they weren't paying attention to the mad mob. They walked through the path in the foggy, moonlit woods. Shouting and looking upset at the witch, like she did something wrong.
"You're the reason why everyone is monsters in this town!" snapped the upset man, who was holding the witch hostage. He shoved her to the ground. They pointed their pitchforks angrily at the witch. Who shielded her hands to face in defense.
"But that's my whole purpose of everybody being monsters who exist," the witch said. It seemed the angry mob of villagers only got even madder. They threatened to stab the helpless witch with their pitchforks at her face.
"We don't want to be monsters!" shouted another angry man in the mob. The witch realized how this was going anywhere. Suddenly, the witch cackled and disappeard into air.