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…..

A meeting with a Vampire

This is the story of a policeman in London in 1994 and his encounter with a Vampire.

‘It was approaching Halloween and the nights was going cold and the nights was drawing in over London. There had been an increase in the deaths of young people in London found with strange markings on their bodies such as puncture marks to certain parts. So the belief was that a cult was on the rise in England.

I thought little of it until one certain night when I was doing a night shift. I had been sent to investigate a disturbance close by and the sound of a man screaming.

I arrived at the scene in my police car and got out to investigate. I headed down an alleyway and came out on a remote industrial area outside a small warehouse. The time was round about 3am. I flashed my torch everywhere and suddenly seen a man lying on the floor in pain. Stood over him was a figure with a Hood and as I flashed my torch it lit up the face of a woman and her eyes glew blood red and she moved away quick. I flashed my light around and there was no one around.

The man got to his feet and quickly stumbled off in shock covered in blood. I asked him if he was ok and he nodded but got in his car parked across road and drove away.

I heard a noise behind me and the sounds of someone whispering. I set off down the path further into the remote area.

The moon shone a little helping me see and a shadow was cast. A woman flew towards me at speed knocking me over. I got up quick but my torch had rolled away. The woman came again and threw me across the yard far.

I seen her and she moved in a flash. There was long dark hair coming out of her black hood and the moon made her look pale.

I got my baton out to protect myself but she attacked me non stop and I dropped my baton to the floor.

She grabbed hold of me by my neck and lifted me up with one hand.She had some immense strength. She was almost playing with me.

She dropped me to the floor and I began crawling away. She pulled me back and threw me in another direction as if I was a toy.

There was a small cage near by used for forklift truck drivers. I stumbled into that quick and slammed the cage shut and wrapped the chain around and sealed it. She came to the cage fast and stared at me in the face through the bars. Her eyes was dark red and her hair black and skin pale. Her mouth was covered in dark red blood. She looked at me and began shaking the cage and bars. But she struggled to move the bars. She rattled the cage back and two and became more and more desperate. After a few minutes of this she stopped and seemed to become weaker and weaker and whispered what sounded like ‘blood need it’ faintly. She turned and flew off away from me but stopped and then fell to the floor in a heap.

I watched wondering if I should get out of the cage. After a couple of minutes in my own pain from injuries I left the cage and walked slowly over to the figure lying in a heap on the floor. Her hands moved a little but she had become almost unconcious and weak.

I stood over her and removed the Hood. There was a girl under the hood with dark lips. She was freezing cold and her eyes flickered slowly open and shut. She looked at me and her eyes were changing from dark red to black. I got my torch but my radio had been broken.

She reached her hand out to me again and it shuddered. I decided I had no choice but to help her….

Blood ran from my fingers from an injury and I let it drip from my fingers into her mouth. Her tongue lapped it up and she re-gained strength but not alot. She got stronger and stronger as I fed her. I picked her up and carried her to my car to get her to hospital. I put her in the back of the police car and began driving. I reported it in over my radio. I looked in my rear view mirror and she was sat upright in the back staring at me. I looked at the road and back again and she was gone…..

It wasn’t until the next night I seen her again…

It was 3.30am and I was driving down close to Tower Bridge on my way back to the station when suddenly before me on the road she appeared before me and I had to emergency stop. She floated in the air about 3 inches off the floor and her hood and cloak covered her with only her mouth showing. I sat and gazed at this creature and she flew off down an alley. I parked the car and wondered if I should walk down after her…I decided to do so….

The alley took me onto a balcony overlooking the Thames with Tower Bridge on my left…. The moon shone bright and it was a quiet night.

I could see the hooded figure before me facing away from me overlooking the river. I approached slowly and she didn’t move and I stood next to her about 6 feet away. My heart beat was fast. She was motionless and didn’t move and she had a fixed gaze.

‘What are you?’ I asked.

Her head turned towards me and the moon lit up her face.

‘Vampire, Witch, Demon maybe all three’ she said.

‘Why are you here and what is it you want and why are you out all night like this?’ I asked.

‘The day is bright and blinding. The sun shall only blind and burn you, but the night and the moon are beautiful and peaceful’ she replied

‘Why have you killed them people? Innocent people. You surely shouldn’t be alive surely you should die’ I said.

‘I shall die when love dies, when the curse of love over mankind has been broken. Afterall it is love who made a monster out of me. The people I seeked and killed are those who brought heartbreak just as I was once exposed to. Love is only pain and suffering and dependance. Love is hell and people in love are enslaved and blinded to the truth just like the sun blinds them so does love’ she said.

‘You cannot go round killing people. It is cruel and evil. Where are you from? ‘ I asked.

‘I love and crave and desire blood. It is my own need. My only fixation to survive. Oh beautiful blood’ she said.

‘How is it you still exist? ‘ I asked.

‘Over the years people have feared me. Yet they go church and drink a symbol of the blood of Christ. Just like what I do – drink blood. I have been told of many Gods. So which one of the so called Gods sentenced me to such a dark destiny?’ she said.

‘Please stop it all. I beg you’ I said.

‘I would like to thank you for saving me. You are the first person I have spoken to since the second world war. I wish you no further harm and I won’t kill humans no more’ she said.

‘I helped you because I seen a human in you, humanity and nature and a person’ I said.

‘Kindness I have never experienced.I have been dead since 1664 and felt no warmth. It is rare in life and is like a drug people become addicted to when it is shown rather like blood’ she said

‘Look I am scared of you. I have no idea what you are or why you are here but this has to stop. It is evil to continue such actions’ I said.

‘And what is evil? Evil is the way of life. I kill for a purpose, for survival even though I am the undead. Whereas the land of the living is day to day evil such as wars and hate and murder and abuse of children. Mankind is true evil. People preach love but love is a curse. I hate love. Love breaks people and changes who they are and corrupts their mind and dreams’ she said.

‘Love is a beautiful act between two humans beings. Everyone seeks love and to be happy. It is lifes way’ I said.

‘Love is of one person controlling the mind of another. People say I am evil but it is not me taking over the mind of another and bewitching them and toying with their emotions. To depend on another who is not of your blood is insanity of mankind’ she said. She gazed at me powerfully.

‘Soon is another sunrise and the light but really it is darkness of many hearts. It is a dark world. The light only fades and dissapears whereas darkness is eternal. Darkness is beautiful, mysterious and suffocating’ she said.

‘There is nothing as beautiful as sunrise, a new day and a new start’ I said.

‘No one makes a new start, they just do the same things, ignorance of the suffering and of war and famine. As long as they are OK they forget the rest. People want everything and to leave people with nothing. Greed is mankind. Cruelty is within the living who pretend they live in the light and follow the light where the majority show no light only darkness whereas I exist in the darkness and see only the light of the peaceful moon and of the beautiful stars’ she said.

‘There are good people, they seek true and eternal love and happiness. Life is beautiful’ I said.

‘There are no good role models only bad ones in life. Only in death can love be eternal. There is no happiness in life when you life to pay bills and be enslaved by the rich and enslaved by love. There is no happiness and no freedom only pity’ she said.

‘I must go now it will soon be dawn and I can only exist in the night. You will not see me again and I promise not to kill again as a pact to you after you helped me’ she said

She turned and her eyes went red and she smiled a little.

She flew off over the Thames river and into the shadows….

I never seen her again and the killings stopped…..