So Scary 8- The Long Winter
Once upon a time, there was a wicked witch called Yursilla, who had cast a spell in the entire town of Dredgeford. The citizens have been trying to live out their lives in their fullest happiness. Unfortunately, things have gone from bad to worse. And nobody could dare challenge Yursilla herself. However, there was one man who would fight against her for the common good. He had his own family to take care of. Even though, he wasn't a witch hunter of that sort, he was willing to take care of it.
His family were quite worried about him. But he didn't care. He wanted to teach Yursilla a harsh lesson. The winter was too long for any person in Dregeford to handle. Therefore, they needed help and this man have answered it. They have tried numerous times to heat things up. Like lighting a candle or boiling the water for the vegetables and so forth. Even taking a hot bath. None of these things have happened, since the longest winter had started. Because the witch haven't stopped the spell after she had been treated badly as a woman, who was only trying to fit in.
So one day, the witch was living in the cottage, all alone. There was nobody there to visit her, or even stay for a while. Not even a beggar. Because he or she knew what the witch was capable of. Summer have gone passed and there was no food left to eat on the streets. The man or hero have ventured out alone in the snow lands, and eventually brought some food with him, so he could eat along the way. He rode his horse, and stopped to stay somewhere else for the night, because the snowstorm was brewing against him. All because of Yursilla. He was so angry that he wanted to... finish her off. He had certain ideas of how to do so.
A few days later, the man have finally found Yursilla's cottage. He grabbed a weapon of his kind, hoping to force the witch to break the spell. He was still thinking of his family...
He knocked the door twice. And the witch didn't answer. Because she knew who came and why. She said from the inside, "Go away! Or else..."
The man didn't take no for an answer. He barged down the door with his strong hands, and the weapon he was carrying with. The witch cried out after what he had done. She said, "Curse you, old man! Curse you!"
"Enough of your curses," the man said angrily. "End the spell. Right now!" But the witch laughed and said, "Do you think I would do a thing like that? Your people claimed that I used black magic to cause harm. I was only doing miracles for the children who had an illness, and some angry mob have staged a fight against me. I didn't use magic then because I was only trying to do good things for the town. Not fight back by using magic. I never wanted to harm anyone. And look what happened. They dragged me and then..."
The witch have told all the horrible details of what the men and women had done to her. The man listened carefully, but he wasn't sure whether she was lying or not. It didn't matter to him. The town was at stake, and the man raised his weapon. He was about to strike her, when he felt something boiling his skin.
He screamed painfully that he couldn't even breathe. Like something inside him was burning up. He always wanted the heat during this long winter, and he got what he needed the most.
The man still screamed as he attempted to kill the witch. But he failed. The skin fell off, and he was then reduced to the remains of a skeleton.
As for Yursilla, she laughed and then left her cottage, never to be seen again.
Grandma ended the story and stared at her grand kids. Their jaw dropped after hearing the disturbing end of the story.
"So... what do you think?"
"Mom..." Her only daughter said. "You shouldn't be telling those stories."
"But I couldn't help it. I used to be a horror writer back in those days."
"Yeah, but those days are over. And you know it."
Grandma sighed and stared at the fireplace. It was Christmas time, and the kids who didn't feel like sleeping then, had to listen to the old woman's scary tale.
"Grandma..." the boy said, sounding curious. "Where did the witch go?"
Grandma looked back at him and replied, "That's a good question. Nobody knows."
The girl said, "I think I'm going to have nightmares."
"Don't worry, child," Grandma said. "It's only a story."
"Yeah..." her daughter said. "That's what they all say. It's only a story."
"Is that why you became an editor?" Grandma questioned seriously. "So you don't give the writers the freedom to write?"
"Listen, Mom," her daughter said. "It's my job what kind of stories they can publish. I expect people to write decent stories. I know that you're a well-known author back then, but times have changed. Now, I control their work."
"That's not fair," Grandma said.
"Yeah, I know. Life isn't fair. If the writers don't like my rules, they can look elsewhere and publish their books! I honestly don't care. Come on, kids. Go to bed before Dad comes back." The kids went upstairs to their bedrooms.
Grandma sighed again and shook her head. She got up from the chair, when someone knocked the door, twice.
"That must be him," her daughter said. "I'll get it." She opened the door and her husband shivered at the longest winter in town.
"Jesus Christ!" He said. "I wished this winter ends."
"It will never end," Grandma said. Both the husband and wife looked at her.
"Oh, you'll see." Grandma smiled. "It will be the longest winter that you'll ever experience in your life. Trust me, I've been there."
Next story- Chucky's Last Christmas.
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