“Happy birthday!” everyone exclaims as I blow out the big 8 shaped candle.

“What did you wish for?” Daddy says, getting ready to cut the cake.

“I can’t tell you that!” I giggle as he places a slice on my plate.

“Fine,” he says handing me a fork

This one’s nice, Let’s see if there are any more…

“Sammy,” A tall handsome teenager says in the driver’s seat next to me, “Kiss me”

I lean over letting my lips touch his, my body is shaking as my heart won't stop…

Oooooh, spicy! I’ll save that one for later!

“BACK AWAY YOU BEAST!” I scream as a mass of darkness and agony personified rises from the sink.

The mass lets out a horrific GUUUUURRREEEEECCCCCCKKKKKK and conforms twisting onto its self as feminine leg touches the kitchen floor,

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” I’m shaking so hard I can barely hold my knife…

The mass continues to contort following behind the leg as a young woman fully forms. She would probably appear completely naked if not for the stitching covering most of her body.

“Hello!” She says with a cheery smile “Don’t worry I just want to play!” Behind her the mass forms like a grotesque tendril and flies towards me…

Oh well wasn’t that one a Beaut! Haha, so sexy!

“YOU HARLOT!”

Who interrupts my fun? And calls me such an ugly name too! I raise my sight to see a man in my home holding a torch.

“Why are you here?”

To put an end to your WICKEDNESS!” He shouts then throws the torch on the mass of dead bodies I was picking through.

“HOW DARE YOU! THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS!” I raise up my third arm reaching out with its long black mass. The bodies all follow it being absorbed into me. I would of preferred to take my time and enjoy each memory personally but this meanie is destroying them, Dang it!

What have I done? I followed the word of the townsfolk. The witch was obviously here, but she wasn’t being very secretive. The people had reported a girl around 16 to 17 years of age, covered in stitches that should have made it impossible for her to live or even move. Yet, she was known to prance and skip at night. Many had seen her take the unfortunate ones she had met, but the stories seemed exaggerated. I thought this would be simple, routine. So I tracked her down to this abandoned shack… but inside… inside the smell was almost consuming. The horrid scent which smelled of death blood and feces… It ate at the fresh air around it as if it itself was alive.

I should have stopped there, but I didn't. I continued, disgusted but determined… no, ignorant is the word. Inside I found the girl, she had blond hair which stuck to her scalp, one eye was a vile green the other a Crimson Iris. Stitching riddled her body covering for her lack of dignity with her clothes. I had seen this girl and still underestimated her, as I got closer I realized she was on a mass of corpses both old rotted and newly acquired. This mass she had stitched together as if it was a throne, one she had sown herself to and had been pushing her fingers through a corpse’s throat as she made child gestures at it. So I in my infinite stupidity lit my torch and yelled out to her, challenging her. Now I stand as the corpse forms a horrifying hand, reaching for me.

I sprint out trying desperately for the door. I had left it open! Why was it closed now! I struggle with the handle in vain before charging it with my shoulder. After several bashes, Finally a breakthrough! I stumble as the door falls but quickly recover myself and prepare to sprint as I finally face….the room I was trying to escape….

I'm still in the room, the door is under my feet yet I can look back to see another in its place. The realization hits me as the horrific sounds of laughter deafen me forever...

Hehehe… its always fun to see what I make them feel...