This is how He found out about our friend here.
Begun
I feel odd,
Like I'm not alone.
I just keep staring,
At the phone.
I'm huddled up,
On the couch.
I'm all curled up,
In a crouch.
I probably shouldn't,
Have watched that.
Curiosity too great,
Walked over me like a mat.
Horror movies,
Always get me.
This one had,
A beautiful tree.
A sound,
I jump.
It is night,
And something went bump.
I get up,
Against my fear.
Something was odd,
The window I peer.
There is a boy,
In the street.
He is running,
But trips over his own feet.
He looks so scared,
I feel bad.
I open my door,
A bit more than a tad.
He tries to stand up,
I make him stop.
He looks at me,
Tears about to drop.
He is no older,
Than a child.
I wondered what,
Got him so riled.
That's when I saw her,
Standing just beyond.
At the edge of the woods,
Looking horrible and strong.
She tilted her head,
When I moved the boy.
I took him inside,
And told him to stay.
I looked out the window,
And wanted to pray.
She was standing,
Not that far away.
She gave a smile,
And then a small wave.
The phone rang,
But I still stayed.
She motioned for,
Me to go answer.
I slowly did,
My heart jumped like a dancer.
There was breathing and laughter,
On that side.
I knew it was her,
If I said it wasn't I would have lied.
"You look so scared,
So unprepared.
Why do feel that way?
I won't hurt you anyway."
"I know someone who,
Would really love you.
Such a tiny paradox.
I feel like such a sly fox"
"See you soon,
Little one" she crooned,
"I know you'll love this gift.
It'll even find you if you drift."
A dial tone,
She hung up the phone.
I don't know what to think.
I feel so strange,
Slightly deranged.
And the boy is gone.
A small note,
It seems to float,
When I pick it up.
A single word,
Slightly blurred,
It sits upon the page.
The WITCH,
It says.
The WITCH,
It screams.
That word will haunt my dreams.