Once a year, the villagers gathered outside the witch’s hut. It was always a night after the harvest before the hard frost turned the world white with snow.
She looked out at the crowd and smirked. Tonight was the one time they came to her willingly, without desperation in their hearts. They wanted to know the darkness she lived in, just for a night.
She considered showing them the true terror of the grave, but it was nice to be appreciated, even only once a year.
She sighed, put on her makeup, and got ready to give them a show.

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