“What is the meaning of this?!” Shouted Olga, gesturing to the old comic book, in full disgust. She knew at that very start that she was going to get into a lot of trouble for owning such a thing in Olga’s home. 

Olga — who was awfully religious, found things like the old comic book, as witchcraft or whatnot. And considered everything as the ‘Devil’s Work’. Such things are prohibited in the household, and if by chance she finds evidence of such things in her home — would be punished by Olga, and sometimes would be done in a crucial, and inhumane way. 

“I can explain, —— it is mine, but I-“ tried her best to explain herself. But Olga cuts her off again, not giving her a chance to speak. 

“But what? Ms. Evie… Go on?” Olga said in a intimidating, scarcely frightening voice, while glaring at her with pure disgust. 

“I-It’s mine, it was a gift, given to me by my dad… and so I kept it safe with me. B-but everything that’s written and illustrated there isn’t real… So-” Stuttered Lila a bit, as she tried to convince Olga, but failed to do so. As she was cut off by Olga tsking at her.

She then tells Lila to lift her head up, and face her. As she did, her face grew pale, and watched in horror, as Olga tore up her only copy of her precious comic book into pieces. Once she was done tearing up the comic book, leaving bits of it crumbling to the floor. She looked at Olga again, with teary eyes and let out a small little cry and shouted.

“Why?!? — It was a comic book that my dad gave me… You tore up what I had left of my father!!!” 

Olga slaps Lila hard in the face, making her fall to the ground — Olga’s eyes were filled with flames and was disgusted to hear her speak about her father. Olga pulls her up from the ground, by yanking her hair. Being at the same eye level she whispers in her ear, while her grip is still on her hair. 

“Listen here, you little shit — Sebastian is not your father.” She stated coldly. “You were left at our doorstep when you were just an infant. Because your parents didn’t want you for their daughter.” Lila glared at Olga, as she was irritated and angry by the fact that she was calling her an unwanted child and that her parents didn’t want her. “Oh ho! What’s with that face you're giving me? Don’t like what I’m saying about your real mum and dad? Or by the fact that Sebastian didn’t want you either.” Olga hissed, while slapping Lila in the face. And was mostly bothered by Lila’s sudden glare and cockiness. Lila was enraged in hearing these sorts of lies she spat, but at the same time — she couldn’t prevent the tears from falling down her face.

“And it’s because of you… that he’s-” Olga continued to torture her, but immediately stopped herself from saying anything else, as she looked to see both Sandy and Daisy, looking terrified. Olga didn’t want to traumatize the girls any further, as they were witnessing this horrific event before them. As Olga preferred Sandy and Daisy over Lila.

As Olga loosened her grip, from Lila’s hair, and whispered in her ear again. “Listen to me you and listen clearly — I’m going to pretend about everything that you did, and what you said earlier about wanting to be a witch. I will not allow such things in my house! Such things are from the devil and are works of the hands of evil! — And if by any chance I catch you, bring in more demonic things in my house again. Then consider yourself in not having any meals — for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Whispered Olga in a cold menacing voice, as Lila hesitated to nod, but hearing her stomach grumble loudly — given that she hadn’t eaten the past week. And so, she agreed to Olga’s terms. While she had her approval, Olga finally let’s go of her hair. Looking and feeling accomplished to have taught Lila a lesson. Lila was left on the floor, feeling hopeless as she began crying for what happened. Sandy and Daisy rushed by her side, to try to comfort her, as they saw her in her pitiful state.

“Now clean this up! After you’re done with that — think about what you’ve done. Oh! And… make sure to sweep and mop the entire upstairs area; don’t come downstairs to eat if you’re not finished.” Olga mutters in delight, while making her way downstairs. 

As she was halfway down the stairs. Lila glared at Olga, as well as glaring and focusing on the stairs for a brief moment. Where then suddenly the stairs turned into a slide, while towards the bottom of the stairs — was a mud pit. Olga instantly lost her footing as she slipped and fell down the slide — which appeared out of nowhere; then falling straight into the mud pit. Where she screams in horror and disgust, as she and her crimson suit was covered in mud. “AAAAAHHH! WHAT IN BLAZING HELL IS GOING ON!” 

Lila was surprised and shocked of what happened, and wasn’t sure on how it happened either. And then she began to think of what she thought of, that suddenly became real…. as if it were magic? As Daisy and Sandy looked at Olga, suddenly chuckling to see her struggling to get up. To them, she looked like a piggy rolling in the mud. She even squealed like one. Olga was embarrassed and felt humiliated of what’s happening with her, as to what did she do to deserve this? She then sees Lila, with deep anger and hatred in her eyes, thinking that maybe she had something to do with this? 

“YOU!” Hearing Olga shout, startled Lila leaving goosebumps and chills down her spine. 

“YOU WITCH! YOU DID THIS TO ME!” Shouted Olga, while finally standing up, but still struggled in climbing up the slide to reach Lila.

  Panicked and didn’t know what to do, she shut her eyes tightly and imagined that nothing would happen to her. And when she did, the mud pit disappeared and the stairs went back to normal instead. This gave Olga the opportunity to get up the stairs properly without slipping to get Lila. Lila was upset that this time, what she did, didn’t work — As Olga quickly ran up the stairs — yanking Lila, yet again, by the hair with her muddied hand. She grabbed ahold of her hair, she pulled her from behind as she was walking through the cramped hallway. Once they stopped walking, Olga opens the door of the room that Lila shared with her sisters — throws her in, then locks her up so that she wouldn’t get out. 

As the bedroom door had a door knob with a lock on it, and a double deadbolt lock — which Olga was the only one who had the only key for the top double lock. As Olga locked Lila inside the room — she yells at her from the other side of the door, while stuffing the key inside her mud soiled pockets.

 “YOU WITCH! — YOU VILE FUCKING WITCH! — STAY IN THERE AND DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO GET OUT — UNTIL YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE DONE!... filthy monster” Shouted Olga, while adding a hissed insult while walking away. 

Lila picks herself up off the floor, soothed her head from her hair being yanked by Olga, numerous times. She walked towards a nearby dresser — kicked the corner of it, out of anger and frustration. Then jumped on her bed and started screaming and crying on her pillow, while trying to let out as much of her anger out. 

A few minutes passed, and she lifts her head from the pillow, and mutters softly to herself. “*Sniff!!!*Why… Why does Olga hate me so much??? Everything I do or say, she always finds the fault to it. Finds every reason to despise me.” While Lila was questioning herself, about the unanswered questions, where it was obvious to her that Olga just hates her for only ever existing. She started to drift her mind to distract herself of the depressing aspects of her life, of the odd events that occurred. And was beginning to wonder, if what happened today was a bit strange — wondering if what happened just now might have been something out of the ordinary. Or something quite ordinary?

“I wonder… If by looking at Olga,… and the stairs… Could that have made the stairs transform into a slide and the mud pit to suddenly appear out of thin air???” She mumbles, sounding so sure of herself. But also, doubted herself in thinking of such imaginative things “No!!! What am I saying??? What happened today was probably one of Olga’s constructed tricks or schemes — and tried to pin the blame on me.” Declared Lila, sounding almost a bit positive about what she was saying, until now she was second guessing her beliefs, and wondered if maybe it were true? 

“But… What if it was magic??? — And if it was — Then maybe… Maybe I can do the same type of magic like Sabrina! — Yeah!!! Like on page six, where she reverted the dresser into frog!” Lila excitedly puts her attention towards the nearby dresser that she kicked earlier, hoping to see if she can somehow turn it into a frog. Make it float off the ground, or open its drawers.

 As she focused on staring at the dresser, like how she did before with the stairs. But nothing seemed to be happening. She then tried something else, by extending her arm out — aiming at the drawer to see if that would do the trick; which ended up not working either. 

After focusing on the old dresser, as hard as she could — imagining it to transform it to whatever she thought of. But after trying so hard in trying to transform the dresser, she was left feeling and looking foolish. Whereas then Lila puts her arm down as she now believes that it was probably all in her head.

 “*Pfft!!!* Just as I thought… what happened today was purely a mere coincidence, there’s no way I could’ve done what I’ve done earlier. Just like now — I couldn’t even do what I did to this old dresser!!!” Stated Lila, as she hoped that something would happen as she turned her head for a brief second.  But seeing that nothing occurred, and everything in the room looks ordinary and pretty much the same than it was before. 

After everything had happened today, she decided to give up and tried to sleep it off; as the thought of it was making her exhausted and stressing her out even more. And thinks that maybe she might have been a bit tired and was probably imagining things. Hopefully by the time she wakes up, Olga would unlock the door to the room, so that she could sneak down stairs and eat something. 

As she readied herself to take a quick nap, ignoring her grumbling stomach. She looked at the dresser one more time. Thinking about her favorite comic book character, Sabrina Spellcaster muttered to herself, as she felt her eyelids getting heavy. 

“I wish…. It was actually magic….” She turned and faced the other side of the bed, shut her eyes, where finally dozed off. As she was fast asleep for her little nap — without her knowing, the dresser began to change in colors, shrunk and grew in sizes, turned into odd shapes, turned into a frog; then lastly back to its original form.