That Witch Bitch

Happy Halloween Bitch!!

"Happy Halloween Bitch!!"

"Shit Queenie!" You yell at her after she scared you from the behind.

She just laughed and sat down across the table from you. Once the joke had faded, she stared at you as if looking for something.

Maybe she was worried that you saw the voodoo book but you didn't think she'd care that much.

Never mind, it was probably nothing.

"Do you want more of that?" Queenie pointed to your plate of fruit bread. It was heavily buttered and you were a massive sucker for it. Especially when it was fresh and warm.

"Yeah sure" You mumble between mouthfuls.

Not very lady-like.

Honestly, you weren't sure what was happening. Queenie didn't look like she was getting you food so you get up yourself because you think that's what she meant.

She stares at you as you slide your chair across the tiles.

"Nope, sit down" She orders.

You don't object, there wasn't any point in it.

"Slave, get her some more fruit bread" Queenie yells, not to you though.

She was talking to the pale elderly woman who shuffled in. She had brown hair that had probably been dyed. She looked like she was a mother for she had the signs of weariness in her wrinkles.

"Yes Mam" The woman says, hobbling away. She didn't look like your typical nice old woman, something from her felt like it was from the past, more so than regular old women.

"What? Do I get a slave?" You say as a joke.

"Err no." Queenie says cutting you off.

"Okay?" You say as you look back to the woman who was now putting the bread into he toaster.

"She's the new maid" Queenie says as she digs into what looked like McDonalds.

Damnit you were so jealous of her.

The old woman comes back into direct eyesight and slides a plate piled with bread to you.

"I couldn't possibly eat all this?!" You say slightly in shock but also in attempt to make a compliment to the lady's fine cookery.

The plate slid from in front of you as Queenie grabbed the plate and stole a few slices from the top.

"There you go." She says, almost as if proud of herself.

"Thanks" You say uncertainly as you tuck in to the rest of your meal.

"Halloween is the best, isn't it. I'm not sure if we do some dumb white ritual here or something." Queenie says in an attempt to sound spooky. She was shit at it.

"Maybe," You say in a slow and entrancing voice, "we make a human sacrifice.."

You stared deeply into her soul to freak her out. Her face turned from the playful grin to a slightly horrified look.

It was your turn to laugh.

"You are so easy to mess with!" You smile at her. Queenie looked annoyed but soon enough, she was laughing too.