In the deepest valleys, she was born. Her apalled skin, raven black hair, dark red eyes, and a mean look across her face. Evilness. That's what they say. Her name? Nobody knows. Her beauty, is something that people would not imagine at all, but actually no common women would be as beautiful as she is.

Children used to come to play at the forest, but they could hear... Rituals. And darkness would spread. A sound. Of a hitting drum echoes, as she walks. They could feel their little Hearts beating heavy, as she approached. She would play with them, but... In the end, the children did not come home at all. But, they say that if you go furhter, you can still hear them scream, and the witch sing... Sing that same song. That made people cry, and scream.

The last time you had seen your best friend was when you were both 7 years old. He was a boy named Tod. He came to the forest near to your grandparents house, saying: "This thing about witches are not real, man!" And... You heard him scream. And the sound of meat being cutted, and shocks. That was ten years ago.