You heard the rumors of the witch. The redhead who lured any innocent into the woods, simply to play with them. And you, admittedly, lived in fear of her as one of the few women living alone. It was a relief when she was caught, and you sat on your porch and watched from afar the flames crackled. Somehow, her enchanting voice mixed in with the roar and the smoke turned green. Not a good sign but at least she’s dead.

As you rested in your home, watching the stars from out your window, you heard a knock at your door. You weren’t exactly expecting anyone. But as you look through the window, you see her. The witch, clad in maroon, her ropes hanging off her wrists and waist like jewelry. And not a burn in sight.

“Hello? I know you’re in there!” She coos, rapping on the door once again.