Chapter 14: Fantasy can be reality
All was quiet as they lay sleeping in sleeping bags. No one knew just how crafty the witch could be. She took a hairpin after rolling away the carpet and opened the door quietly tiptoeing down.
Marimba sat up in her sleeping bag startled awake by some sound she couldn't identify. She got out of her bed and stood up holding her breath. Fore there before her stood the woman she called the witch.
"How are you, My Pretty? You know who I am and why I'm here don't you." Porscha chortled as Marimba wondered what she should do.
"Of course I know you. You are the witch who plagues the Scarecrow. Why have you come?"
"I wanted to finish what I started. That's all. I killed Mauluke and your parents. I will kill Skyler and Yonnivah. Calico will come back with me and all will be as it was." Porscha said as Marimba stood silent.
"I think not. Someone purely evil can be dealt with." Marimba said clicking her heels three times before mist swam before her eyes and all went dark.
