The night sky was dark, and it was a full moon, but Paisley was never superstitious anyway. At least not until now. Right now, there was someone or something outside of her window. The figure waved for Paisley to come and greet her.
She knew meeting with strangers wasn't wise, but as always, her curiosity always got the best of her. "My, my. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" The figure cackled. It was then that Paisley realized the figure was a witch!
Paisley turned to run, but the witch caught her and cackled once more. "You can't run out on the fun, dearie. You have to stay for dinner. You look delicious."