A witch in a dream

The air was thick and humid as the young girl trudged through the dense forest, her heart racing with fear.

She had never ventured this far from her home before, but she had been plagued by a recurring nightmare for weeks now, and she was determined to find the source of her terror.

The dream was always the same - she was walking through the woods, just like she was now, when she came across a clearing.

In the center of the clearing stood an old, gnarled tree, its branches reaching out like twisted fingers. And there, atop the tree, was a figure dressed in tattered robes, cackling as she cast a spell.

The girl had never seen the witch's face, but she felt a deep, unshakable fear of her all the same. She would always wake up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding in her chest.

But now, she was determined to face her fear head on and find out who, or what, was behind the witch in her dreams.

As she approached the clearing, she could feel her heart rate quickening. She was about to find out if the witch was real, or if it was all just a nightmare.

When she finally stepped into the clearing, her breath caught in her throat. There, at the base of the tree, was the witch.

The girl stood frozen, her eyes locked on the witch as the latter slowly turned to face her.

The witch's eyes were a deep, dark black, and they seemed to bore into the girl's very soul. The girl's heart was pounding so hard that she thought it would burst from her chest, but she couldn't look away from the witch's gaze.

Suddenly, the witch cackled, the sound echoing through the clearing like the screech of a hundred bats. The girl stumbled back, her legs almost giving out beneath her, but she refused to let fear take control.

She stood her ground, her eyes never leaving the witch's.

The witch stepped forward, her tattered robes brushing against the ground as she reached out a hand. The girl could feel the chill of death seeping into her bones, but she refused to give in to it. She stood her ground, even as the witch's hand closed around her throat.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, the dream ended. The girl bolted upright in her bed, her heart racing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. But this time, there was a sense of resolve in her heart. She would face the witch in her dreams again, and she would defeat her.

For weeks, the girl kept a dream journal, writing down every detail of her nightmare. And every time she had the dream, she felt a little braver, a little stronger.

Until one night, she stepped into the clearing and the witch was no longer there.

In her place was a small, twisted tree, its branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. And as the girl stood there, staring at the tree, she felt a deep, unshakable fear wash over her.

She had defeated the witch, but she knew that the tree would always be there, lurking in the back of her mind, waiting for her to let her guard down.

From that day on, the girl lived in fear of the witch in her dreams. She never knew when the nightmare would return, but she was always ready for it. And she always remembered the tree, the symbol of her greatest fear.

For the witch in her dreams may have been defeated, but the fear she inspired would always linger, just below the surface.

Part II - A witch in a dream: Breaking the Curse will continue.....

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