This is the story of a thief and his encounter with a Witch on the underground in London.
‘I rode across Westminster Bridge quickly as I had just been involved in a violent assault of a woman not far from Westminster Abbey. My mind was fuelled with evasion and detection and headed down towards the underground. It was late at night and I had to get to Tower Hamlets. I was a wanted criminal for many crimes. Often attacks and muggings of young women.
I rode fast on a stolen moped knowing the police would be searching for it. Then before me out of the darkness came a shape of a woman. She was carrying a large bag with her. I took my chance and as I drove past I snatched the bag and drove off. I sensed the woman had fell to the ground. I abandoned the moped round the corner and ran to the underground.
I entered the train carriage and it was empty. I began making my way through the train and sat down with the large bag I had stolen.
There was no one else on the train and I began to open the bag. The contents surprised me. There was a small shovel covered in mud, a crystal ball, a strange bag wrapped up and a book. I opened the book and on the opening page it said ‘Mary Sabden’. Every page was a book of recipes and spells of some sort of magic. I read them and laughed at who this idiot Mary Sabden was and her strange interests.
Then I opened the strange bag. The contents was disturbing. Within the small bag folded up was – fingers.
I paused and looked. They was definitely real human fingers….
I looked around to see if anyone else was there. There was no one.
Then I heard someone speak to me…
Hello Samuel said a woman.
I turned to see a young beautiful woman sat opposite me. She wore a Hood and had long dark hair.
A little shining light passed through a pentagram necklace she wore almost like a lightning bolt.
The train was now in full flow.
A strange wind seemed to blow her hair but the wind seemed to only effect her presence and nowhere else.
Who are you? I asked.
I am the owner of that bag. Those are my fingers I have gathered for my spells She said.
Why have you got fingers? Who do they belong to? I asked shocked.
I got them from the cemetry. She said.
I am the new victim of you she said laughing evil at me.
Then her face changed to the woman I had just attacked before I stole the bag. The woman near Westminster Abbey.
Or am I your last victim? Her hair was now blonde and her appearance changed completely to another girl.
She began to cry and use a different voice. A voice of the other woman.
How could you attack me like that? Why? What harm did I do to you? She said crying.
Her face was horrific with bad cuts and bruises all over her face where I had attacked her. Blood poured from her nose.
Then began tears of blood.
She stood up and came over to me. Before me stood my previous victim. Then she pointed at me.
Lightning passed through my body and I felt paralysed.
Revenge revenge for all your victims is upon you. Now is the time for you to be the victim and for you to face fear and feel so weak and powerless just like you did with all them women. She roared.
I fell to the floor and began to crawl. I couldn’t reach my knife. I turned and looked up at her. She grabbed the bag and put the fingers in it. She held the book and the pages began to turn and stopped on a page. She looked at it and chanted a spell.
‘Many faces show many horrors and evil of a mans past, shall return to haunt him one by one at last’ she said.
Her face flashed through all the faces of my previous victims. The lights in the carriage began to flicker.
I raced into the next carriage but there was nobody there. I turned and paniced and pressed the alarm but it didn’t work. I could hear invisible children crying on certain seats. Sobbing in fright and sadness. But there was no one there.
I seen a silhouette of a person coming through the doors into this carriage. The woman entered again and then her face turned into my mother. She grinned at me and spoke in my mothers voice.
The look in my mums face was of severe anger and hatred and almost demonic.
Never had I seen such hatred in my mothers face.
Her eyes glew red and she attacked me like a demonic monster
Then she returned to the original witch. She grinned at me.
She grabbed the crystal ball from her bag and held it and it began to glow and shot a light across the whole carriage.
When I could see again Mary Sabden wasn’t there.
The carriage went silent for a second. Then behind me at the other end of the carriage I heard the sound of sobbing.
I turned and sat on one of the seats was a young girl of about 8 years old.
I slowly approached her and she continued to cry.
Are you OK? I asked.
She looked at me crying.
No I am not OK she said.
What’s the matter? What’s happened? I asked.
She looked at me crying.
Fright filled my body again.
I looked at her shocked and scared.
Then the carriage door opened and a man entered with anger in his face. His eyes glew red and he looked at the girl. He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her off the seat towards the carriage door.
I tried to stop her but it was too late. I was powerless to help her. He put her under his arm aggressively and left through the doors.
I closed my eyes and then opened them. Before me sat a black cat which hissed at me demonically. The cat then bit me hard on the hand and ran off.
Then the witch returned before me.
She sat down next to me.
Who are you? What do I need to do? I asked.
I am Mary Sabden. I am a witch and belong to a witches coven. I practice in black magic and the occult and possess knowledge from the demons.
I never knew people like you exist. I said.
I was born to evil, evil is just my way of life and it is all I have ever known. Unlike you Samuel who chose evil. That is much much worse. You can stop all this by doing the right thing.
Then she dissapeared.
The train came to a halt at my station. I looked at the open door and ran quick onto the station. I found the nearest phone and rang my mum.
It rang and rang… Then she answered.
Mum, mum are you OK? I asked.
Yes I am fine why? She asked.
Luckily all my family was fine and had experienced nothing that evening.
The next call I made was to the police to hand myself in….
After many years I never commited another crime… But the cat bites still remained….