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“A night of innocent fun,” they said. “No one really lives there,” they said. “Witches aren’t real,” they said. These thoughts and many more went through Kevin’s mind as the statuesque recluse turned giantess folded him in half between her colossal fingers while exposing his struggling form to her widening wet throat. In fairness to Kevin, this was an extremely disproportionate punishment for the crime of trespassing on property he thought abandoned. He and his buddies assumed no one lived there because the grounds of her unkempt gothic estate featured a rusted gate, a busted-up driveway, no electricity to speak of, and the once splendid gardens were now overgrown with tangled vines that encroached the house itself, weaving menacingly between its rotting floorboards.

On the other hand, rumors had it that an evil witch lived on the property; a fact known to Kevin and his friends but roundly mocked as “supernatural nonsense”. So, on a mutual dare, the group decided to prove their bravery by spending the night at the “witch house”, trekking up the hill with nothing more than their wits and a couple six packs to keep them company for the night. But as the group of boys traveled further down the moonlit path towards the dilapidated house, the hairs on the back of Kevin’s neck started to stand up, though none of them seriously believed any of the old stories about people disappearing behind the walls of the abandoned mansion never to be seen again. By the time the group made it to the decaying wooden front door, they were each anxious enough to revise the dare; opting instead to spend an hour within the house instead of the entire night. Kevin, as the most spooked of the group, volunteered to keep a lookout from just inside the main foyer, allowing the rest of the boys to venture further into the house.

Twenty minutes passed. Then a scream. And another scream. And then silence.

Shaking like a leaf and one loud ‘bang’ away from fleeing, Kevin squinted his eyes and peered deep into the darkness beyond the grand staircase and into the great hall; searching for any signs of his comrades. There, in the distance, he made out a shape which seemed to be advancing towards him through the echoing silence of the vast interior. He figured it was one of his friends playing a prank on him. But soon, the blackened silhouette revealed itself to be a beautiful woman; young and haunting, dark in attire and demeanor, and covered from head-to-toe in tattoos and piercings. As she approached ever closer, Kevin was struck by her impressive height. He thought her to be perhaps the tallest woman he’d ever seen; immediately amending that thought upon noticing the mounting weight of his own clothes as he realized he was shrinking out of them.

It was now too late for any of the boys to take a different path or make a different choice. They would beg and plead with the witch to spare their lives. . . huddling and cowering together in the palm of her open hand; trembling, naked, and afraid at barely over three inches tall each. Kevin, as the resident coward, begged the hardest. He shamelessly threw himself at the mercy of the giant witch, pleading that “he had only been the watcher” and so he bore less responsibility than the others.

The witch agreed.

She decided that he could fulfill his duty as “the watcher” by watching all his friends get eaten first, right in front of him. . . one-by-one.

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“A night of innocent fun,” they said. “No one really lives there,” they said. “Witches aren’t real,” they said. These thoughts and many more went through Kevin’s mind as the statuesque recluse turned giantess folded him in half between her colossal fingers while exposing his struggling form to her widening wet throat. In fairness to Kevin, this was an extremely disproportionate punishment for the crime of trespassing on property he thought abandoned. He and his buddies assumed no one lived there because the grounds of her unkempt gothic estate featured a rusted gate, a busted-up driveway, no electricity to speak of, and the once splendid gardens were now overgrown with tangled vines that encroached the house itself, weaving menacingly between its rotting floorboards.

On the other hand, rumors had it that an evil witch lived on the property; a fact known to Kevin and his friends but roundly mocked as “supernatural nonsense”. So, on a mutual dare, the group decided to prove their bravery by spending the night at the “witch house”, trekking up the hill with nothing more than their wits and a couple six packs to keep them company for the night. But as the group of boys traveled further down the moonlit path towards the dilapidated house, the hairs on the back of Kevin’s neck started to stand up, though none of them seriously believed any of the old stories about people disappearing behind the walls of the abandoned mansion never to be seen again. By the time the group made it to the decaying wooden front door, they were each anxious enough to revise the dare; opting instead to spend an hour within the house instead of the entire night. Kevin, as the most spooked of the group, volunteered to keep a lookout from just inside the main foyer, allowing the rest of the boys to venture further into the house.

Twenty minutes passed. Then a scream. And another scream. And then silence.

Shaking like a leaf and one loud ‘bang’ away from fleeing, Kevin squinted his eyes and peered deep into the darkness beyond the grand staircase and into the great hall; searching for any signs of his comrades. There, in the distance, he made out a shape which seemed to be advancing towards him through the echoing silence of the vast interior. He figured it was one of his friends playing a prank on him. But soon, the blackened silhouette revealed itself to be a beautiful woman; young and haunting, dark in attire and demeanor, and covered from head-to-toe in tattoos and piercings. As she approached ever closer, Kevin was struck by her impressive height. He thought her to be perhaps the tallest woman he’d ever seen; immediately amending that thought upon noticing the mounting weight of his own clothes as he realized he was shrinking out of them.

It was now too late for any of the boys to take a different path or make a different choice. They would beg and plead with the witch to spare their lives. . . huddling and cowering together in the palm of her open hand; trembling, naked, and afraid at barely over three inches tall each. Kevin, as the resident coward, begged the hardest. He shamelessly threw himself at the mercy of the giant witch, pleading that “he had only been the watcher” and so he bore less responsibility than the others.

The witch agreed.

She decided that he could fulfill his duty as “the watcher” by watching all his friends get eaten first, right in front of him. . . one-by-one.