52 of 210 : The Witch
In our neighborhood stood a dark, brooding house. Its haunted, reclusive occupant was a crone with wild hair, a dead eye, and (we were certain) bones in her basement. Now I wonder if she was just a lonely old lady whose family never visited, and wish I had befriended her.
posted by Sewa Yoleme @ 12:58 AM
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5 Comments:
Ah the absolute mystery of "The Witch" is superb.
With my Victorian house here, I can see this being me someday. There have got to be some bones in my basement somewhere.
I probably put them there.
How like you.
Hey, better than leaving them in MY basement!
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