The Witch in the Underground

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.

Samuel, Samuel I hate you Samuel. I wish I had never given birth to you. You are a pathetic waste of skin. She came close and dug her nails into my skin and began scratching me deeply.

The look in my mums face was of severe anger and hatred and almost demonic.

I can see a future for you Samuel, you will burn, burn she said.

Never had I seen such hatred in my mothers face.

I brought you into this life and I shall take you out of this life she said angrily. Her eyes glew red and she attacked me like a demonic monster.

Mum look I am sorry. Mum honest I am sorry. I said.

I am a woman Samuel, your mother is a woman would you like it if someone attacked her? She said angrily.

Then she returned to the original witch. She grinned at me.

What have you done with my mother? I asked.

She lifted up her top and in her belly my mums face pushed through her skin screaming.

Samuel help me she screamed through the skin.

My sisters face appeared screaming in horror and my nieces face.

Help us Samuel they all screamed in horror.

The witch grinned and lowered her top.

Please let them go please dont harm them I beg you. I said.

But Samuel they are merely women. Powerless weak women like the ones you attacked. Did you care what their families think or feel? She said.

No no I am sorry. Please I am sorry. I begged.

Perhaps I should keep your nieces soul. Afterall what was it you said to your victim while her child was with her when you attacked her and her child? She said.

Oh yes… There is nothing more irritating and annoying than other peoples children, the more time you spend with the little creatures – the more you want to strangle them. She repeated Samuels words from a crime he commited.

I quite agree with you she said smirking. 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.

Because of you I cannot be born. I am your unborn daughter. But I can never experience life now. Never. She screamed crying.

Fright filled my body again.

Why cant you be born? Yes you can. I said.

I cannot Daddy. You see I cannot be allowed to be born to a monster like you. To a man who hurts children and women. You dont like women Daddy and I one day will be a woman. You could hurt me. She said.

I looked at her shocked and scared.

I would never hurt a child of mine. I said.

What if someone hurt me, just like you hurt women maybe there are more of your kind? She said.

Unless you change your ways I will never be born. Not to a monster like you’ she said.

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.

Daddy help me. A bad man has got me. Help me. A bad man like you to others. She screamed.

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.

All this can end if you do the right thing…. She said.

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….

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The Zombie in London

This is a mans story of a meeting with a zombie last halloween in London.

‘I was driving the black cabs around London doing the late night shift. We had just entered what is known as ‘witching hour’ on Halloween but I have never really been interested in that nonsense.

This particular night I was driving and I seen a young girl in an all white dress flag me down. She looked a little spooky but on Halloween you think nothing of it. I slowed down and she climbed into the cab.

Where to? I asked her.

She didn’t respond at first she gazed at the house she had just left.

Take me to Hampstead Heath she said slowly. I gazed at her as she pulled out a small piece of rope and began playing with it. I began to drive.

I noticed she had blood on her hands and face and she was dressed a bit raggy.

Been to a Halloween party? I asked.

She continued playing with the rope.

No. I dont have the time anymore for parties. I just paid a visit to my ex boyfriend she said.

He lives in a nice area of London. My grandmother used to live in this area. I grew up here. I said

As I passed a streetlamp I seen her face light up she didn’t seem right.

Is everything OK? I asked.

Yes can you hurry up please I dont have long. I need to be at Hampstead Heath. She said.

OK sorry. So do you live with your boyfriend? I asked being a bit nosey at this strange girl in my cab.

She didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

I used to once. But not since last year. We had an argument…..she said.

Oh sorry to hear that. Its a shame when people cannot sort out issues but life is life. I hope you are happy in life now I said.

She fidgeted with the rope.

I am a little happier now. Now that I have found him and got revenge she said.

She raised her hands a little to look at the rope and the blood covered her hands. I began to get a little anxious as I didn’t quite understand this situation.

You OK? You have blood on your hands. I asked.

Its OK it isn’t my blood. She replied.

I looked at this woman acting strange in the back and as we passed a light I thought her eyes went red. I began to panic a little and was desperate to get to Hampstead Heath.

She looked at me in the mirror.

Its my ex boyfriends blood she said calmly.

I froze a little.

Why what’s happened love? I asked.

I have killed him. I have eaten his flesh and covered myself in his blood. Oh and I used this rope to strangle him to death. She said.

I paused and decided she must be joking.

I thought you was being serious then love I said grinning.

She didn’t smile back and carried on playing with the rope.

Sounds like you have had a fun night then I said.

She didn’t smile and continued acting strange.

So what did he do to deserve that? I asked smiling.

She looked at me again.

Last year he murdered me using this rope. He brutally attacked me and strangled me to death in our home after I found out about him and another woman. So he decided to shut me up and bury me she said.

I froze a little concerned.

Look love if something has happened to you shouldn’t I take you to the police so you can report it? I said.

She grinned.

Its too late for that. They didn’t take me being missing seriously and didn’t even look for me. Apparantly my ex boyfriend told people I had ran off with some man and used my phone and told my friends I had. No one believed or knew I was dead. Now I returned for my revenge.

She leaned forward and showed me rope burns round her neck.

My heart began to race quick and this was a situation where I was way out of my depth.

Death will come to us all. Death came to me and now death came to him. I dont wait around for Karma. I am Karma. He died at the hands of the person he murdered in evil. He created evil and gave birth to this. She said.

Seriously love you are scaring me now. I suggest you tell your parents or the police if you have been a victim of crime. I said.

I speeded up to get to Hampstead Heath quicker.

If people knew the truth of the horrors of what happens after death and the monsters and worlds you are exposed to then no one would want to die and no one would want anyone else to die. She said.

Life is a beautiful paradise taken for granted. She said.

What are you? I asked.

I dont know. I just awoke crawling from my grave to return here. I remembered everything.

Are you going to kill me? I asked scared.

I was relieved for the glass in between me and her in the taxi.

Maybe, maybe not. Depends if you dont take me to Hampstead Heath she said.

I am going there now we are nearly there. I said.

I arrived at Hampstead heath.

Just round this corner and down the dirt track she said.

I stopped down a farm road facing some woods. My lights lit up the small forest.

She leaned forward near the glass.

Thank you. She whispered and her glews lit up red.

I unlocked the doors for her and she climbed out and walked slowly and strangely towards the woods in the beam of my car headlights she passed the first trees and entered the forests and I could still see her clearly. Then before my eyes she vanished into thin air…..

I drove off as quick as I could….

Upon arrival back at the cab office I told my fellow drivers…. And upon inspection of the back of my cab…. Was the small blood stained piece of rope…..