The Witches House
By Amy Sadler
© 2018
Part 1
There once lived a young boy called Simon Jones, he was 18 years old, he had blue eyes, shoulder length blonde hair, that was parted in the middle, he was 6ft tall in height and he was of very slim build. He lived with his parents, Mr Terry Jones, a man who was 37 years old, he had short brown hair, blue eyes and stood at 7ft tall. He was practically a giant and he was of muscular build. Where his wife, Hanna, was 36 years old, she had beautiful long blonde hair, blue eyes and very sexy figure for a woman of her age.
(Simon Jones)
“For Pete’s sake Simon. When are you going to put some muscle fat onto that stupid thin frame of yours.” Remarked Terry as his son walked in to have breakfast. “What’s so wrong with my build dad?” Asked Simon in annoyance. “You have the build almost to that of a girl and with those thin eyebrows of yours, you virtually almost look like one too.”
“Oh leave our son alone Terry, he can’t help how he looks. Besides, I think our son looks rather handsome the way he is.” Remarked Hanna, coming to the aid of her son.
“Thank you Mum” Said Simon, but he wished his mother would stop coming to his defence. He was capable of fighting his own battles. His dad was basically the big bully type, always picking on someone who wasn’t his wife. “What’s for breakfast Mum?” Asked Simon trying to steer the subject away from how thin he was, etc. “Bacon and Eggs, just how you like them.”
“Thanks Mum.”
“Stop spoiling him. Keep that up and our son will turn out to be a Sissy.”
Remarked Terry, who was displeased with the way Hanna kept on treating their son. “Oh, you are being quite silly Terry, as if that can happen, all because I make our son his favourite breakfast just the way he likes it.” Remarked Hanna, not happy with the way her husband was treating her boy. “He should be able to make breakfast himself. After all you still want to be a Chef don’t you Simon?”
“Of course I do dad?”
“In that case, start doing your breakfast from now on.”
“Yes dad.”
“Don’t listen to him Simon, if you like me making your breakfast so much, then I am more than happy to keep on making it for you.” Remarked Hanna, trying to keep her calm. “It’s okay Mum, Dad is right, I’m not going to make a pretty good Chef, if I do not start to do my own breakfast.”
“There… That’s settled then.” Remarked Terry, sounding quite pleased with himself. Hanna however, was anything but pleased, but she so no point in starting an argument. “Blimey!” Remarked Terry in surprise as he read the daily newspaper.
“What is it?” Asked Hanna. “Another boy of Simon’s age has gone missing, that makes it three now in a row.”
“Oh, how so?” Remarked Hanna, this was new news to her. “Another boy the age of eighteen years old has gone missing, who was last seen going to Raven’s Wood. The local police have thoroughly checked the area, as well as checked the house on the lake, but no body was found.” Reported Terry. “What? Not that same missing case again?” Remarked Hanna in shock. “No, how many times do I have to tell you? Same thing that has happened since Jamie Collins disappeared,, just a different boy and no it’s not Tom Ellis either.”
“What?” Remarked Hanna in shock. “Then who?” She asked with a worried tone in her voice. “A boy called Harry Fields.”
“What? He too was also eighteen years old?” Asked Hanna in even more shock than before. “Yes, that seems to be the only real connection none of the boys have ever known each other.” Replied Terry. “You had better not try going to Raven’s Wood young man.” Hanna said, toward Simon. “Relax Mum. I wouldn’t be caught dead going to that spooky place.”
“Don’t say such things Simon, none of those boys have ever been seen alive.”
“I’m sorry Mum, poor choice of words. I have no intentions of going to Raven’s Wood, is that better?” Asked Simon, not happy to see his mum looking to be so upset. “Yes, much better.”
“The place looks spooky for sure, but that is all.” Remarked Terry.
“There are some very strange tales about that house. It’s believed that somehow a witch lives there, people have reported seeing a light in the top window of the house, but only just the one light.” Replied Hanna. “That’s all stuff and nonsense my dear.” Remarked Terry, as he scoffed at his wife’s claims. “Besides, the house is empty it has no glass in its window frames, the place is deserted, I don’t know why no one will knock that place down, the house is almost in complete ruins.” Remarked Terry.
(The Witches House)
The wood had been named due to the fact that the area is full of ravens, hundreds or so of them. No one can say for sure why they all seem to go to that one place, the house on the lake. It was upon a very small island indeed, as though most of it had sunk under the water of the lake itself. The house had windows and a front door. But there was no glass within the window frames of this house, not even a door, just empty spaces where windows and a door should be.
“I’m off to the park Mum.” Remarked Simon. “Oh no you don’t. You will go straight to the job centre and start applying for jobs.” Remarked Terry in a tone of anger. “Okay dad.” Simon replied, also not wanting to start an argument and off he went, as he left the house, closed and locked the door behind him. He had his own set of house keys, now that he was old enough to have a set of house keys for himself. He made his way toward the job centre, it was not all that far from the park anyway, Simon got an idea to go there after visiting the job centre, after all, his dad did not say he could not go there afterward.
As he began to walk down the main street, a fog began to slowly creep up on him, first it was a thin fog, by the time it was all around him, it was completely thick and he could not see a thing all around him. “What the?” Remarked Simon in shocked alarm, as he surveyed his surroundings. The fog began to slowly fade away only for Simon to find himself somehow at the foot of the lake, where a lone motor boat was tied to an out stretched branch of a very huge gnarly looking tree.
“How the heck did I manage to get here?” Asked Simon out loud, but got no answer. He looked to where the path was, he saw only a part of it, as the rest of it was covered over with thick fog, in fact, there was pretty much thick fog everywhere, except for in front of him, where the house was on the lone island. Little did he know or was aware of what was going to be in store for him, as he had no choice, but to get into the boat and head toward the witches house.
TO BE CONTINUED.
