The sexy witch and the newly-wigged bald witch began a social dance in the ballroom, joined by Lady Macbeth, Duncan, and many others.
I stood next to Catherine Campbell, who served drinks to the company. All the party members were having a jolly time, except Lady McDuff who fumed at intimacy between her husband and the sexy witch. Amidst the dancing, the bald witch waltzed up to me, tugged my skirt, and smiled.
Did she recognize the McKittrick pattern on them?! It might be wistful thinking, but I believed so.
Lady McDuff strolled by and drowned her ire with drinks from Catherine. All of a sudden, she fainted! At that moment, I did the unthinkable: I leaped back.
My apologies Lady McDuff! I didn’t know. I was startled when you fell. Guess I should’ve read more blogs to prepare…Thankfully, the nice gentleman beside me caught you in time.
As the music dimmed and the floor cleared, the bald witch stood center stage and became true to her name. Slowly, she peeled the wig off her head, leaving audiences aghast.
I tailed her, and witnessed many unholy communions between her, the boy witch and the sexy witch.
At once, all the other guests and I sprinted towards a dark room, harking Hecate’s call. The three witches burst in, screaming, while Hecate lounged at a wiry table, playing half conductor half puppet master.
The music and the screams intensified.
The witches jumped on tables and writhed wildly.
The beat dropped.
The strobe lights ignited.
What. Just. Happened.
Last but not least…