The House of the Witch(Epilogue)
Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2023 11:41 am
This One-shot is based on the ending of The House of the Witch(2017). Here following her successful resurrection and escape from her prison, the witch needs some new clothes and a new identity. Now without any further ado...
It had been 2 hours since her rebirth, using the life force of those witless teenagers to reconstitute her corporeal form. The clothing she had stolen from one of the girls was too wet to be of any use, only useful to effect her escape. After she killed the police officer escorting her, she had stripped it off and ran into the woods wearing her only her 17th century dirty slip. She needed new clothes, and a new identity if she were to enact her revenge on the inhabitants of this feckless town.
Night had fallen, as the Witch made her way through the woods, the branches snagging her torn slip, frustrated she tore the useless garment from her body, now completely naked. Ahead she heard voices, a male and female, crouching low the Witch crept forwards towards the source of the chatter. Two high-schoolers, were in a black SUV engaged in a loving embrace, there lips pressed against each other, the Witch felt disgusted. To her love was a weakness a fleeting dalliance, true power lay beyond such trifling human emotions, it was the will to hold the power of life and death, with the snap of her fingers. The boy was wearing a red varsity top, from the local high school, and handsome, but he did not interest the Witch, she was more interested in the girl. She needed to lure both teenagers, out of the vehicle, the Witch grinned evilly it was time to flex her powers after 400 years.
Stacey Abernathy, was glued to the lips of her boyfriend Brad Connors, it had been his idea to come here on Halloween night to make out. She was 18 years old, a high school senior and captain of her cheer squad. She been voted, the most attractive girl in her year, she had a slim athletic figure, toned by her cheerleading, with a pair of small but well formed B-cup breasts, and a firm pert ass. Her high cheekbones, blue eyes and slightly angular face framed by long brown hair was a hit with Brad, and even drew looks from the other girls in her cheer squad. Stacey was wearing a navy t-shirt, overwhich she wore a matching set of blue denim jacket and tight fitting jeans, held up by a black belt. A pair of white ankle socks, covered by floral patterned sneakers on her feet. She wore a silver chain around her neck with a St Christopher, with simple pierced floral studs in her ear lobes. Under her clothes, she wore a matching set of white Camisole and thong with lace trim. All served to accentuate her curves and arouse Brad. The thing that excited Brad the most was her simple navel piercing, which she just had done a week before.
As she continued kissing her boyfriend, Brad's hand slowly creeping up to her breasts, Stacey could have sworn she saw a shadow in the corner if her eye. " Wait, Brad, stop. I think someone's watching us, there you see that Shadow." She pointed ahead in the treeline. Brad leant forward, peering into the shadows beyond the headlights " What the fuck!? Little perverts." He opened the SUV,s door. " Hey you little motherfuckers, you better clear on out of here." Stacey could have sworn she heard the laughter of children. Incensed, Brad ran into the treeline. "Ok you little shits, wait till I get my hands on you, stay here Stace." Brad disappeared into the shadows. " Brad, wait. Let it go, their just kids." She got out, calling Brads name, but recieved no answer. After five minutes, she heard the sounds of whispering and could have sworn she was being watched. She turned around to see a naked girl, her breasts covered by long lank black hair. She was roughly the same age as Stacey. " Oh my God! Brad get back here. Are you OK sweetie, I will call 911." The naked girl simply smiled a devilish grin, her brown eyes flashed Amber. She held up her right hand, and snapped her fingers. The last thing Stacey felt, was her neck snapping to the right, as she fell down dead, like a puppet with her strings cut.
It had been child's play, using her magic to lure the boy out of his vehicle, he was the first to die. The Witch knelt by the dead girl, she was wearing clothing that would be suitable and on closer inspection would be a perfect fit. She began to undress the dead girl, the witch unlaced her floral sneakers and pulled off the white ankle socks, the witch slipped these over her feet. She yanked off her necklace, putting it around her neck and removed her studded earrings, inserting them into her own ears. Next, the witch rolled the dead girl onto her front, pulling her up and slipping the denim jacket off her shoulders, letting the corpse fall back to the ground. She then unfastened the belt around her jeans, unbuttoning them and working them off her hips, down her long toned legs, freeing them off her body. Not being particularly squeamish, the witch pulled off the lace trim thong, in one smooth motion, slipping them over up between her legs. Exposing the dead girls small vulva, crowned with a small trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. Flicking the girls arms above her head, the witch pulled the navy t-shirt over the dead girl's head, leaving the half naked corspe wearing only a matching white lace trim camisole, nipples peaking through the fabric. The witch peeled the camisole from the half naked girl , slipping the undergarment over her head. The dead girl had a pair of small but firm b-cup breasts, buoyant with youth, with small circular pink areolas. As an afterthought, the witch removed the navel piercing, inserting it into hers. She got dressed in the rest of the dead girls clothes, they were a perfect fit. When she was finished she laid a hand over the girls face, a small light glowed in the palm of her hand, then she held her hand in front of her face. A soft light glowed, as she slowly adopted the face, and memories of the dead girl. The witch now stood over the naked corpse, a perfect copy of Stacey Abernathy. The witch picked up the naked body of Stacey Abernathy by her feet, dragging it over into the bushes. After concealing the corpse with leaf litter, she walked back to the SUV.
She scooped up the dead girl's handbag, looping it over her shoulder. The dead girl's clothing and identity would be enough to infiltrate the town's high school. She smiled evilly, her eyes flashing amber as she got into the driver's seat of the SUV, the girls memories proving useful in getting the vehicle into gear, she revved the engine and drove out of the clearing, onto the road. Once she reached the high school, it would be time to raze a little hell.
It had been 2 hours since her rebirth, using the life force of those witless teenagers to reconstitute her corporeal form. The clothing she had stolen from one of the girls was too wet to be of any use, only useful to effect her escape. After she killed the police officer escorting her, she had stripped it off and ran into the woods wearing her only her 17th century dirty slip. She needed new clothes, and a new identity if she were to enact her revenge on the inhabitants of this feckless town.
Night had fallen, as the Witch made her way through the woods, the branches snagging her torn slip, frustrated she tore the useless garment from her body, now completely naked. Ahead she heard voices, a male and female, crouching low the Witch crept forwards towards the source of the chatter. Two high-schoolers, were in a black SUV engaged in a loving embrace, there lips pressed against each other, the Witch felt disgusted. To her love was a weakness a fleeting dalliance, true power lay beyond such trifling human emotions, it was the will to hold the power of life and death, with the snap of her fingers. The boy was wearing a red varsity top, from the local high school, and handsome, but he did not interest the Witch, she was more interested in the girl. She needed to lure both teenagers, out of the vehicle, the Witch grinned evilly it was time to flex her powers after 400 years.
Stacey Abernathy, was glued to the lips of her boyfriend Brad Connors, it had been his idea to come here on Halloween night to make out. She was 18 years old, a high school senior and captain of her cheer squad. She been voted, the most attractive girl in her year, she had a slim athletic figure, toned by her cheerleading, with a pair of small but well formed B-cup breasts, and a firm pert ass. Her high cheekbones, blue eyes and slightly angular face framed by long brown hair was a hit with Brad, and even drew looks from the other girls in her cheer squad. Stacey was wearing a navy t-shirt, overwhich she wore a matching set of blue denim jacket and tight fitting jeans, held up by a black belt. A pair of white ankle socks, covered by floral patterned sneakers on her feet. She wore a silver chain around her neck with a St Christopher, with simple pierced floral studs in her ear lobes. Under her clothes, she wore a matching set of white Camisole and thong with lace trim. All served to accentuate her curves and arouse Brad. The thing that excited Brad the most was her simple navel piercing, which she just had done a week before.
As she continued kissing her boyfriend, Brad's hand slowly creeping up to her breasts, Stacey could have sworn she saw a shadow in the corner if her eye. " Wait, Brad, stop. I think someone's watching us, there you see that Shadow." She pointed ahead in the treeline. Brad leant forward, peering into the shadows beyond the headlights " What the fuck!? Little perverts." He opened the SUV,s door. " Hey you little motherfuckers, you better clear on out of here." Stacey could have sworn she heard the laughter of children. Incensed, Brad ran into the treeline. "Ok you little shits, wait till I get my hands on you, stay here Stace." Brad disappeared into the shadows. " Brad, wait. Let it go, their just kids." She got out, calling Brads name, but recieved no answer. After five minutes, she heard the sounds of whispering and could have sworn she was being watched. She turned around to see a naked girl, her breasts covered by long lank black hair. She was roughly the same age as Stacey. " Oh my God! Brad get back here. Are you OK sweetie, I will call 911." The naked girl simply smiled a devilish grin, her brown eyes flashed Amber. She held up her right hand, and snapped her fingers. The last thing Stacey felt, was her neck snapping to the right, as she fell down dead, like a puppet with her strings cut.
It had been child's play, using her magic to lure the boy out of his vehicle, he was the first to die. The Witch knelt by the dead girl, she was wearing clothing that would be suitable and on closer inspection would be a perfect fit. She began to undress the dead girl, the witch unlaced her floral sneakers and pulled off the white ankle socks, the witch slipped these over her feet. She yanked off her necklace, putting it around her neck and removed her studded earrings, inserting them into her own ears. Next, the witch rolled the dead girl onto her front, pulling her up and slipping the denim jacket off her shoulders, letting the corpse fall back to the ground. She then unfastened the belt around her jeans, unbuttoning them and working them off her hips, down her long toned legs, freeing them off her body. Not being particularly squeamish, the witch pulled off the lace trim thong, in one smooth motion, slipping them over up between her legs. Exposing the dead girls small vulva, crowned with a small trimmed strip of brown pubic hair. Flicking the girls arms above her head, the witch pulled the navy t-shirt over the dead girl's head, leaving the half naked corspe wearing only a matching white lace trim camisole, nipples peaking through the fabric. The witch peeled the camisole from the half naked girl , slipping the undergarment over her head. The dead girl had a pair of small but firm b-cup breasts, buoyant with youth, with small circular pink areolas. As an afterthought, the witch removed the navel piercing, inserting it into hers. She got dressed in the rest of the dead girls clothes, they were a perfect fit. When she was finished she laid a hand over the girls face, a small light glowed in the palm of her hand, then she held her hand in front of her face. A soft light glowed, as she slowly adopted the face, and memories of the dead girl. The witch now stood over the naked corpse, a perfect copy of Stacey Abernathy. The witch picked up the naked body of Stacey Abernathy by her feet, dragging it over into the bushes. After concealing the corpse with leaf litter, she walked back to the SUV.
She scooped up the dead girl's handbag, looping it over her shoulder. The dead girl's clothing and identity would be enough to infiltrate the town's high school. She smiled evilly, her eyes flashing amber as she got into the driver's seat of the SUV, the girls memories proving useful in getting the vehicle into gear, she revved the engine and drove out of the clearing, onto the road. Once she reached the high school, it would be time to raze a little hell.