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The Fat Evil Witch

A short fairytale story

By Jeannie AromeaPublished 2 years ago 3 min read
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There once was a princess who lived quietly in her quaint little home until one day a fat wicked witch and her son moved in next door.

The fat witch woman was jealous of the princess.

The princess had it all. Beauty, brains, charms, positivity, suaveness, elegance and a bubbly personality. She was liked by everybody.

She sang and played the piano and danced everyday. And hung out with her friends and nature. She loved to serve the public too. She was a different kind of princess, a people person.

But the jealous fat witch hated her. The fat witch was so sick, and ugly, she thought evil thoughts about the princess every day, until she began to intrude in her territory.

Her mucky spirit walked through the walls, and the princess heard the witches voice one day.

"Who's in my house? Show yourself!"

The witches son also intruded with his spirit.

The princess answered back, "Go back to hell, satan's servants where you came from and leave me alone!"

Smoke began to enter the princesses palace from the small witche's cottage.

"They oughtta go." Said the princess.

The princess was rehearsing for her royal show when she heared the witch laugh at her "Ha!"

"I have you on tape." Said the princess. "You are recorded. I'm calling the FBI and they will take you away to be examined." Said the princess.

The witch answered, "Good."

The princess thought to herself, 'Oh so she doesn't really care. She must be some depressed fat low life bully who enjoys picking on others. And gets into their personal life by doing witchcraft.'

"I need to do something about this."

The princess called her church. "I need a blessing on my home, please."

The church Elders came to her house and blessed her home.

"Is there something worrying you Princess?"

"Yes, I'm being tormented by a witch and her son who live next door. Somehow they converse with me through the walls and bully me. And they've let their evil spirit near me. Can you do something about it? And cleanse them out of my home and get them to leave this area?"Asked the Princess.

The Elder agreed to it nodding his head. "It sounds to me they have satan inside of them. Sit down Princess and I will heal you and build a white light and wall around your home and make your home so pure and holy and filled with abundant loving energy, so that ONLY godly energy can enter. You will have a huge forcefield around your home surrounding 10,000 yards so that the only types of neighbours that you will have a holy neighbours. Happy, peaceful, healthy, rich, good inspirational people.

Now, immediately after I've finished your blessing and prayer the fat witch woman, her son and their evil spirits will have disappeared. You will feel light, blessed, happy, whole again, abundant, and they will not exist anymore.

The Elder lays his hand on the Princesses head and shoulders says a prayer In the name of Jesus, we have authority. All authority on heaven and earth is given under me. Go yee therefore, authority over devils, over demons, over witches, over warlocks,, over sickness, over death. I bid authority in his name.

Satan in the name of Jesus I bind you and the forces of evil. And I command you to leave the Princess alone." Commanded the Elder.

He then walked around dropping holy oil around the house chanting something in latin.

He came back with a positive face. "OK Prince your home is pure and holy once again. If you need me, just call but the witch and her warlock son will be gone by tomorrow for God has commanded it.

The princess smiled and nodded her head. "Thank you Elder."

"You're welcome!" He smiled in a very positive manner.

He let him out.

That night the Princess looked up at the night sky, she noticed it was a full moon. She heard the fat witch coughing, and coughing, and coughing from her chain smoking. The fat witch finally coughed so much that she had choked on her saliva, gargled and died. Her spirit was sent back to hell where it came from.

The very next day the son moved out, and the house was empty.

A month later and the house has been empty since. No one has wanted to live there knowing that somebody died there.

So the house was bull dozed to the ground and a beautiful garden and pond was built.

Written By Nina Dalin All rights reserved

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Jeannie Aromea

Hi I'm an author, poet, singer songwriter.

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