Digital Art made by me
I met her at a charity event, and hours later, as we spoke confidentially, she said to me:
-I am a witch.
I smiled, incredulous.
On Saturday I invited her to dinner and she responded enthusiastically:
-Of course! -I get dressed up and fly away.
I didn't think anything of it, until there was a knock at the door.
I opened the door and my jaw dropped - there she was, on a flying broom!
She left the broom in the doorway and came over.
-Why the look on her face? I told you!
Her eyes shone with an unearthly gleam.
Suddenly, his face disfigured into a demonic mask.
He howled in a cavernous voice:
-Now you will be mine forever!
His claws clamped around my neck. Terror paralysed me as I was dragged into the abyss.