Witch Hazel

The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.

Slow and steady.

There was no one around for miles. Looking around, on that dark and cold night, the boys thought to themselves, we'd better firgure out where to make camp.

When all of a sudden, a noise! A crash! A bang!

"Whhaaa whhaaa what was that!?"

They had stumbled upon an old abandoned cabin. One that they had only heard about in ghost stories. Told by the townspeople. An old legend about a crazy, old witch named Hazel, who liked to spy on people with her evil, greedy eye. And devour men like her life depended on it. One night she succomed to her own death they say. From way too much of her own evil play. And torutuous doings to others. Innocent victims that had succumb to her evil trickery. They say, she lit a candle in the window everytime she murdered someone. And tonight, they found themselves stumbling upon what appeared to be the old abandoned cabin that once belonged to her.

And a candle, burned slow and steady, in the window.

The men were shook. And they kept hearing rustling in the trees around them. Almost like heavy whispers of words they could not comprehend, or even make out. It was all fun and games, until they begin to realize this was no trick. And it did not feel like a treat either. It was real. What should they do? They thought to themselves. They looked at each other, and decided they should probably investigate. Maybe someone got hurt. That crash sounded like a doozy. And it was coming from the cabin. Maybe a homeless person, or some squatter up here alone. Thinking they found themselves a temporary home. The old legends are just that, they thought. Just stories, old wives tales meant to scare little children, or grown men alike. They chose not to believe the old stories told by their crazy townspeople, and began walking toward the cabin.

Crash! Boom! Bang!

There it was again! This time, both men got chills up their spines like they had never felt before. They both looked at each other, as if they heard something unworldly, and didn't know quite how to react, or even respond. "It could be some kind of animal," one of them said outloud. But then, why would the candle be burning? Someone is in there! They both knew that. Only a person could have lit that candle.

All of a sudden, they both felt very relaxed. They began swaying in a round motion, as if peace and tranquility had overtaken their bodies. Could this be what heaven feels like? One of the men thought, feeling high on love. The other man, was giddy, and could not stop laughing. It was like they were hallucinating. Maybe breathing in some sort of fume, or gas, they thought.

All of a sudden, they both woke up, in the cabin. Tied to a table. They were lying next to each other, they say. When these two jokers got together, crazy impossible things seemed to always happen to them. Who was going to believe this crazy story!? Especially because they didn't even believe this cabin existed. Now, they find themselves in this old "witch's" cabin, tied to a table, after hallucinating. And the candle in the window was still burning.

Slow and steady.

Would they even be alive by the end of the night? Would they even be able to tell their crazy story? Because they began thinking, they may never make it out!

Before any more thoughts could be thunk, they both began hearing those loud whispers in their ears. Words that seemed powerful, yet incomprehensible. They were freaking out. They were tied to the table so tight, they felt for sure they were dinner for this crazy lady!

"HELP! GET US OUT OF HERE! ANYBODY! HELP US!"

But no one could hear them. And they knew that. Only the crazy person who tied them up. They knew they were being watched. Who was the crazy person that tied them up? And what was going to happen to them?

"Hello my precious kitties! lol... How lovely for you to make an appearance at my lovely, sweet abode. How did you find me? You know its rude to break into someones house."

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." the men said over and over.

Before they could blink, she was standing in front of them. Her face covered by a veil. A veil of pure darkness. Screaming to them of the torture and evil she must possess. To cover her face. She must be hideous, they thought.

She ran her fingers up their arms, and circled their heads. Giving them just enough comfort, to keep them quiet. She licked her fingers, tasting their sweat. Their fears.

"I'm going to set you free, if, and only if, you can prove yourselves to me." she said.

"I need you to agree with me. And if you cannot agree with me, then, then I must devour you. Right here. And right now. Okay handsome loves."

Trembling, despite doing their best to hide their fears, the men chose to play it cool. They decided to agree with everything she said. Because they knew they could not untie themselves. And they felt they had no other choice. Their minds were already in agreeance with hers somehow. It's like they could not control themselves thought wise. She had somehow gotten into their minds, and was controlling them from the inside. Even when they wanted to say no, or fight her, they could not. Their mouths and bodies would not do anything, unless she instructed them to.

"Okay" said the men. "Whatever you want us to do, we will do it. And then you will set us free. What do you want us to do, or agree to?"

She looked at them both, and began fantasizing about them. What she wanted them to agree to.

"You must agree to love me. Forever. And if you can agree to this, I will set you free. If you cannot, then forever you shall remain with me. So be it."

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!What! Are you crrr----", one of the men began to say.

"Shhhh...." she said. "It's a simple request. And a very easy one to agree to. Love me forever, or die. Your choice. Either agree to love me and be set free, or disagree with me, and you shall never see the light of day again. The only light, the last light you will ever see, is that candle there, burning brightly in the window sill."

The men both looked at each other, terrified. They didn't have a choice. They gave each other the look, the nod, like yeah, we have to do this. What other choice do we have? What would happen to them if they disagreed with her?

"Oh, and I can tell, or feel, if you are being truthful with me, or not. So once you make the decision to agree with me, I shall set you free automatically. If not, you will rot. Right there. Unless I can somehow manage to devour you first. Because I do love a man or two, tied to my table. A real treat for me. Maybe I will keep you around for awhile. Feast on you. Until there is nothing left, you scrumptious morsels. Or, maybe I will just leave for a bit if you are no fun, and see if one of the others wants to have their way with you two."

"Huh? The others?" The men felt more terrified than ever. There were no words to describe her strange, yet very powerful effects. Her strength over their minds was like nothing they had ever expereinced. They wondered if they were really stuck, or tied so strongly to the table, or if it was just her, and some sort of dark magic. The fear they felt, kept being outweighed by her strong, sensual presence. As if she was some sort of siren, or witch.

"Is your name Hazel?" one of the men asked.

"Yes. Yes it is. I am witch Hazel, if that is how you'd like to refer to me as. At your service. Kind and noble sirs. I just love a good man, or two. And tying them up is just what I do. Either you love me, or you die. It's that simple. So what's it going to be boys? Are ye with me? Or against me? 1, 2, 3, now tell me!"

The men were never, ever again seen. Some say the men were murdered. Devoured by her sexual desires, and then buried alive nearby. Others say the men agreed, and were finally released. Only to become her slave. Carrying out evil deeds all on her behalf. Still others say, she is a ghost, or a crazy witch type of lady, who can only be seen, or appear on certain nights, when the timing is just right for men who do not love women right.

They say someone was watching them that night. Someone other than Hazel. That someone very sneaky watched every torturous minute of that evening, and that's how the story got out. Someone who enjoyed watching the torture of evil men by evil women. Its all very crazy, insane even.

It has been said, that this old abandoned cabin in the woods still exists, and that if you see a lone candle flickering in the window sill, slow and steady, to run! Run away. She is still alive. Very much alive. And she finds old, abandoned places to hide, and wait for her next victims. Luring in not so innocent, and naive men to abduct, and carry out her evil plans. She is a witch that thrives on souls. Souls of the lost, and misforturnate. Men who wander off alone, with no real intentions of ever knowing the truth of life. She is every evil mans worst nightmare, or possible dream come true they say.

One may never know. Because it also said, that every man that has ever run into this witch Hazel, has never been seen again.

What do you think? Could this story be true? Well that's up to you my dears! Because one of these nights, you may find yourself stumbling up to a dark and abandoned cabin in the woods. And if you saw a lone candle burning in the window, what would you do? Would you make it back to tell us the story!?

BOO!