leggings witches at home...

Some weeks later the whole in the wall gang are hanging out for the final moments having mind watched every moment, every thought and taught their children on the way. They wait up to make their final arrangements. During the night something happens. I'm not sure what. I was asleep. They're are people (souls) around. Outside their bodies.

In the morning, one of the scraggy old witches was out shouting, “She doesn't live here. I tell you she doesn't live here.”

“She does,” yelled back the incoming woman, “Get out of my way. I know she lives here. She doesn't know what is going on.”

“And you're not going to tell her!” shrieked the witch, waving her brooom at the wo.man until she finally drove her off.

“We'll be back!” sobbed the woman bitterly, “All the way from the concentration camp to be treated like this!”

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Much later someone else came around. The witch was ready with the children, “Get out there!” she ordered sharply, “If he's brought it us, well and good, take it off him. What she doesn't know won't hurt her.”

“Yes Ma.” Chorused the girl troop fluttering their eyelids in an innocent fashion. ”We'll get it for you. We're not afraid of her.”

Together once the sad fact of his not having it was discussed they drove off the man in a similar fashion.

“You're such good girls. Next time we set up a house to marry folk off in, we'll be sure to include you. Come back and help us out later. She can't have anything. We swore it. All of us. The village. Our friends in the town and the rest of them further out. It's ours I tell you, not hers!”

And with this rambling she swept up the girls and took them inside for a while.

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Two hours later the groups were in process, the hags upstairs were ready with new children. Or perhaps the same ones repossessed, they were very expedient. The whole of it was due in. A proposal and soon they would have a new life....

Why, oh easily explained, her Granny was much better than anyone else's Granny- she'd written a whole lot of reasons down.

Kitty began to laugh, “I'm not sure what's going on, only that it is.....”

“Do you think it's shoplifting?” I asked, slightly hazed by all this oddity. Not that I doubted her, I knew what they were like.

“Dunno, Don't want to know,” she replied grinning, ”I don't want to be involved with them. They're mad. I do live there. I have begun to see that its unfortunate.”

“Have you met anyone from the haunted bungalow?”

“Oh they're all there from time to time, even the real owner of the one next door. She's apparently sure she's the best looking woman in the world... I never know what to say to such folk. She's the one with her friend with no fat, who organizes all of it, Londonderry style...”
"Sinister..."

"Yup, I'm sure I know her from work somewhere....: