The Witch

Date: 6/19/2020

I was a small child with some sort of powers. There is a creepy witch of the woods who needs to be stopped. This backstory was all explained in the dream, and I wrote it down... in my dream... so I don’t remember clearly WHY and HOW this is all happening. I’m walking in the woods, then the witch appears. She is tall, with spindly pale limbs and thin, dirty white hair. She is dressed in rags that expose her bony body. She wears no shoes. Her eyes are black and her teeth are sharp. I have to run away. I don’t know how to face her yet, she’s too powerful. So I run. The whole dream I’m being chased by this witch. She wants to kill me. It is her current purpose. I am a threat. When I grow up I will be very powerful, so she wants to get me now while I am still a child. I team up with this guy. I forget exactly who. I think he’s kind of random? Like an employee at some shop who I chat with sometimes. At the hardware store. Maybe I’m buying tools. So time skip, we end up in (his?) car speeding away from the town. The witch is in hot pursuit, screaming her unearthly screams and stuff. Somehow managing to trail behind our car. We get onto the highway and the guy guns it to like 100 mph. We lose her. But something happened to his car, or he needed to check something in the trunk. So he pulls over and I wait nervously in the front seat. I hear him moving around in the trunk, banging things around. I’m trying to calm down and get my emotions under control. So I’m a little distracted. Then suddenly I get a bad feeling. I still hear him moving around in the back of the car, but he’s been gone for too long. I went to go check on him and I scream. He is shoved in a duffle bag into the trunk, a tube in his mouth, blowing air so his head was hitting the trunk in a rhythmic pattern. Thump. Thump. Thump. I rip the tube out and the noises stop. He is dead. I start freaking out. I can’t drive because I’m only a child. I wave down passing police. They pull over and get out. They’re a couple of young guys. I’m screaming and partially incoherent. All I can say is drive! Drive! while pointing to the drivers seat of the car. The cops exchanged looks and starting trying to calm me down. “You don’t understand, we need to go NOW!” I screamed. They see the body in the trunk and their hands go to their holsters instinctively, and they narrow their eyes in suspicion at this little girl. “Now wait just a minute...” one of them says. Just then, the witch appears in a cloud of mist. The officers swear loudly. One of them takes a shot at her. She staggers back, but it only succeeds in pissing her off more. With a scream, she rushes us. They dive into the car and peel onto the road with me in the back seat. I’m trying to explain everything but I don’t think they got me because we’re all freaking out. They’re like “what the fuck is that thing??” And im like “it’s a witch I have powers she’s trying to kill me and she’s evil and etc etc.” But im talking so fast and still crying because my friend is dead in the trunk. But I also feel a burning rage at this witch that is beginning to overpower the fear. The witch chases us to a sewer system. We get out and run inside. The walls and floor are made of stone, and it’s actually pretty well-lit. Lots of twists and turns through narrow corridors, up and down stairs. The witch is right at our heels. I have no idea where we’re going. I just knew we had to get away. We run into an open room with large supportive pillars. There’s nowhere left to run so we hide behind a pillar. She approaches a pillar that a cop is hiding behind, and wraps her long spindly fingers around his face. But I dash over and stab her in the back. She screams this unearthly scream and lets go of him, whipping around. He runs to a safe distance, but doesn’t leave. With my rage I summon a bunch of spears to come from the pillar. They pierce her body and head. She is stuck, and bleeding this strange gray ash. She’s screeching and thrashing. I summon one more spear that pierces her heart. With a final screech she falls silent and still. It seems like I’ve killed her... Suddenly I’m very tired. I cannot celebrate. I run away. ... There were two other endings. In one, both the cops die in the sewers before I can escape or defeat the witch. In another, instead of the two cops, it was two old ladies helping me. I think they had some practice with magic and arcane arts, so they were trying to teach me. But they got wrapped up in my problems as well.