Horror beyond your capabilities to mindfully be able to handle. Witchy Woman is a professional occultist and can do shit to you without your knowledge...of it one damn bit, your drug right into it. She has summoned demons to merely spiritually appear out of nowhere. Scare the dadblame dickens out of you or for you that don’t like redneck written stories it would be:: Scare the wholly absolute shit out of you. In fact one of my stories was about this very thing!! Witchy Woman had myself and. As we sat drinking our tea and coffee I filled Hazel in on my history and she told me that she’d moved up from Telford. She told me she was a widow and was slightly disabled, nothing serious, just slight mobility problems. Then we got round to the other tenants and I could tell Hazel wasn’t impressed when I told her old most of them were. “Well all I can say is I’m glad that I’ve got you for a neighbour,” she laughed, “it sounds like I’ve moved to God’s waiting room.” “Something like that,”. Since Saturday was going to be a big day, they went to bed early, but sleep wouldn't come. "I can't believe it," Kirsten said, laying there in the dark. "This is our last night here. Think of everything that's happened to us in this house, in this room." Going on ten years," Mike agreed. They'd moved there anticipating Tiffany; they'd seen that her arrival would make their little apartment too crowded."It's going to be strange to not live here," she went on. "I wonder how long it'll take me to. Wanting to get a closer look I soon found myself unbuttoning the top of her shirt until it was half way down. The shirt opened to reveal a rather subtle bra covering the forward half of her breast all the while discretely hinting at what was underneath. They were a rather delicate c-cup but that was more than enough for me. Anything more than a handful is a waste. I squeezed my hand in between her right breast and her bra. Gripping her soft flesh in my hand sent shivers up and down my body. The.