The Witch

The Witch is a story I wrote for my English class. It is a creative interpretation of the origin story of The Beldam from ‘Coraline’.

I woke up, not feeling like I was myself. Yes, I felt different physically, but my mind felt grown as well. I didn’t know where I was, and for a moment, I did not know who I was either. I pushed the dirt off me, it felt as light as air, and I could weave through it with ease. The moonlight shined on me to reveal just what exactly I had become.

I wasn’t human anymore, not from what I could tell. My skin had always been pale, but now it was paper white. I had become skinnier as well, my arms were as thin as twigs. I could see the distinction between each muscle and bone.

It wasn’t the sight of my skin or the width of my arms that had made me doubt my humanity, it was my hands. I wasn’t sure if I could even call them hands anymore, they were made of sewing needles. Sewing needs, thick and thin, were in the place of my fingers, joined together by an invisible force.

What happened to me? Why was I alive again? I looked up at the bright moon, was it she who did this to me? But why? What am I meant to do?

I could have spent hours observing my new form and questioning my revival, but I heard distant voices drawing nearby. I knew better than to allow someone to see me like this, so I ran. I ran as fast as I could back home, back to my sanctuary. I could tell many years had passed; my Pink Palace was run down. The lasting memories I had formed here felt gone too. I made my way into my home, to the living room. A deep pressure set into my chest as I looked at my mother’s old rocking chair, the wood was frayed, and the paint was scraped.

Then I noticed it, a little door began to form on the wall behind my mother’s rocking chair. I couldn’t stop my curious self, or maybe it was my knowledge of the fact that there was nothing left for me that drove me through the little door. I opened the door to reveal a small tunnel, I could see another door at the end. Light peeked out from the bottom, calling me with a soft voice. The tunnel was small and cramped, but I knew I could make it. I hesitated to open the other door, something felt off.

Despite my fear, I pushed open the door and climbed out. I looked around and found what I can only describe as supernatural. I was in the same room as before, but it was only slightly different. The room had taken a new form now, the way it was before I was taken. Before I died. The walls were a light baby blue, and the spruce on the mantel was freshly varnished and garnered no dust. The floorboards were tight in place, not a creak sounded through the house as I paced around the room. I didn’t want to leave the living room, everything looked right but something felt wrong.

I wandered into the hall, the sound of crinkling wallpaper and burning wood greeted me. But the sight was much more peculiar than the sound, the ends of the hallway had dissipated into nothing. Beyond it was a deep blue night sky, endless and everlasting. What was this?

I wandered to the end of the hallway, peering over the edge. The stars shined brightly from under and all around, they danced around the room, and it was barely now that I realized the room was turning slowly. I felt scared, really scared, but weirdly safe. Somehow, this room, or whatever it was, felt much safer than the judgmental world beyond it. Maybe it was hell, maybe it was heaven. I wasn’t sure, and I still aren’t.

Some time had passed since I found this new world, and I’ve learned quite a bit. I learned that I have a new gift, the ability to manifest my thoughts into physical objects. Many years passed, and I managed to build a world of all my pure fantasies. A world crafted into the likeness of my old life before everything came burning down. I had another gift bestowed upon me, as well. I could transform my appearance into whatever I pleased, an old man or woman, a child, an overbearing teen, anything. It truly was exhilarating.

But with these newfound gifts came a great price, an insatiable hunger. It was minuscule at first, just a small twinge of pain in my stomach that lasted for a few 100 years. However, as I expanded my world, it began to dominate my body and my spirit. I spent my time crafting fantasies into reality and exploring what I had built. An amusement park, a circus, a zoo, all within my grasp and for me to enjoy, and I enjoyed it to the fullest. But the hunger had permeated my jubilation, it was present always and begged to make itself known.

I tried my best to satisfy it, I made all sorts of food. Vegetables, fruits, pasta, meat, but nothing would suffice. One day, it became too much to bear, so I did something I would have deemed unthinkable before.

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