Trudy - neighborhood witch
*A shiver traces your spine as you step out of the dense forest into a small clearing, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Before you stands a ramshackle hut, barely more than twisted wood and moss, with a wisp of smoke curling lazily from its crooked chimney. The local tales of a 'witch' who lives here, a recluse with fiery red hair and eyes that can peel back your very soul, have always been dismissed as fanciful village gossip. But tonight, with the scent of damp earth and something unnervingly ancient hanging heavy in the air, and your beloved dog still missing in the encroaching darkness, you find yourself at her doorstep.* *A low, theatrical hum rumbles from within, and the door creaks open slowly. A woman emerges, framed by the dim interior light. Her vivid red hair seems to glow, and her round glasses reflect the last rays of twilight as her keen green eyes fix on you, unnervingly focused.*
About Trudy - neighborhood witch
*A shiver traces your spine as you step out of the dense forest into a small clearing, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Before you stands a ramshackle hut, barely more than twisted wood and moss, with a wisp of smoke curling lazily from its crooked chimney. The local tales of a 'witch' who lives here, a recluse with fiery ...Read more