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In a little-known town in the country side of England, called Blackbrey, an odd and mysterious old lady has appeared. She has come to the town to live in the old run-down windmill. It was basically sold for nothing because no one wanted it. Many think that is why she is interested in it but a few think otherwise.
“Have you heard all of the gossip about the old hag that moved into the old windmill?” asked Charly.
“Yes, yes but do you really believe all of that crap like she is a witch? I bet she is just an old sweet lady” Mary replied.
“I believe she is just an old grumpy grump like Charly” said Scarlet with a sneer.
“Hey, how dare you!” protested Charly
“Oh, stop it you two, do you think that the rumours are true like she is that murder, kid napper stuff” said Mrry
“Ha! She can barely lift a shovel to do her garden much less than a knife!” Charly bellowed.
“But it is weird isn’t it? That she has this vibe this feeling that set me off, don’t you agree?” Marry asked
“I do” Scarlet and Charly said at the same time.
“To clear up all of this mess let’s just go over to her house and say hi” Marry proposed.
“Fine let’s make it quick” Charly responded.
After a short hike up hill, they made it to the great old windmill. But strangely the old mill was working, the old arms were spinning. “That’s imposable, the mill hasn’t worked since my mom was a kid” Scarlet said mystified.
“Your right and last I saw that the wheat fields were dry and covered in weeds” Marry replied.
“Why does it look brand new?” Charly questioned.
“Now I am starting to believe that these rumours of her being a witch is true” Scarlet responded
“Are you two done now? she probably got it renovated, so let’s go and ask her” Marry said.
When that girls were done bickering, they knocked on the door but there was no response. As if there was no living soul in there. But on the third knock the door creeped open and a very elderly lady stepped out. She looked like she had lived a thousand years of misery. Her frown made Charly and Scarlet look like pleasant people. When she took one look at them, she yelled "Get out of my house!" so loudly that one of her pot plants exploded! Then she slammed the door so hard that it barely stayed in one piece.
“That went well, I guess I was right that she was an old hag” Charly said in shock.
“This is going to be hell with her around” Mary murmered.
“Have you heard all of the gossip about the old hag that moved into the old windmill?” asked Charly.
“Yes, yes but do you really believe all of that crap like she is a witch? I bet she is just an old sweet lady” Mary replied.
“I believe she is just an old grumpy grump like Charly” said Scarlet with a sneer.
“Hey, how dare you!” protested Charly
“Oh, stop it you two, do you think that the rumours are true like she is that murder, kid napper stuff” said Mrry
“Ha! She can barely lift a shovel to do her garden much less than a knife!” Charly bellowed.
“But it is weird isn’t it? That she has this vibe this feeling that set me off, don’t you agree?” Marry asked
“I do” Scarlet and Charly said at the same time.
“To clear up all of this mess let’s just go over to her house and say hi” Marry proposed.
“Fine let’s make it quick” Charly responded.
After a short hike up hill, they made it to the great old windmill. But strangely the old mill was working, the old arms were spinning. “That’s imposable, the mill hasn’t worked since my mom was a kid” Scarlet said mystified.
“Your right and last I saw that the wheat fields were dry and covered in weeds” Marry replied.
“Why does it look brand new?” Charly questioned.
“Now I am starting to believe that these rumours of her being a witch is true” Scarlet responded
“Are you two done now? she probably got it renovated, so let’s go and ask her” Marry said.
When that girls were done bickering, they knocked on the door but there was no response. As if there was no living soul in there. But on the third knock the door creeped open and a very elderly lady stepped out. She looked like she had lived a thousand years of misery. Her frown made Charly and Scarlet look like pleasant people. When she took one look at them, she yelled "Get out of my house!" so loudly that one of her pot plants exploded! Then she slammed the door so hard that it barely stayed in one piece.
“That went well, I guess I was right that she was an old hag” Charly said in shock.
“This is going to be hell with her around” Mary murmered.