Naked Witch_(1)

Naked Witch


She always seemed like a nice, decent girl. I had only known her for a few weeks, I met her at the public library. We were bothing going to check-out the same book, “Dreams of Terror and Death” by H.P. Lovecraft. Being ever-so-much a gentleman i let her take the book, I told her I would check it out after she had checked it back in.

After that we parted ways, only to meet again the next day. I was reading “The Fall of the House of Usher” for about the 500th time when i noticed her peering at me from over the top of her book, “Dreams of Terror and Death”, from across the room. We were in the center of a circular room, bookshelfs lining the walls, the center of the room held several round tables, set up in a circular formation. I tried to go back to reading my book, but everytime I looked up she was looking at me.

Her eyes were astonishing; they were large and cat-like, with yellow-gold iris and large black pupils, her eye lashes were long and arced upward, framed perfectly by her thick black frame glasses. After about an hour I decided it was time for me to leave. A day passed before I went back to the library, but when I did I saw her again! I tried to read my book, but this time I couldn’t pry my eyes from her.

I watched her as she walked around the room, from shelf to shelf, pulling a book off the shelf, reading a few pages, then putting it back in it’s place. She was in the Science Fiction section, referred to be most as “Weird Fiction” a place were HP Lovecraft as shelved, aswell as a few Edgar Allen Poe Books, among other authors.

After a few moments she walked up to me. I was hypnotized, she had long back hair; complimenting her yellow eyes, she had a silver loop in her left nostril; drawing attention to her small turned up button nose, she was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue tanktop; accentuating her perky size b breasts. “Here.” was all she said at first, handing me a book. I looked down, “Dreams of Terror and Death,” I said, reading the title of the book outloud,

“Yea, you remember you let me take it out before you?” she said, putting her left hand on her hip, shifting her weight to her right foot. “Yea, I remember,” I started, the hypnosis she put over me fading. “What did you think?” I asked her about the book, “It was good, even though it was more fantasy than horror, it was still huanting and bone chilling,” she said, as if she was a critic, “But that’s my opinion.” she added.

I laid the book down on the table, looking at the dull cover, crimson read, the words “Dreams of Terror and Deth” etched into the cover in gold.