I Survived The Witch [#1] ✓ [Follow Freelove to Read]

## Alice Into

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Now, before I start with the first thing I remember about that place I’m going to invest some time into where I am now.  First off I’ll be telling this story from my home outside of the Witch’s Domain, it’s a large cozy place I acquired with the resources I was able to rob from the Witch on my escape.  She doesn’t know I’m here nor could she ever get to me up here on the surface.  I used to live in a small one bedroom apartment in the “bad” part of town, about three miles from the restaurant I worked at.

Now I’ve managed to fall upon a large and not-so-legal sum of money which granted me the deed to quite a fabulous sort of building.  My home is located in a private gated community on the outskirts of a very beautiful city I’m afraid I cannot disclose—for obvious reasons. I’d rather no one found me.  Now this estate I currently occupy sits on top of a mountain which looks down into a lush valley, I even have a wonderful swimming pool with a glass wall that can allow swimmers to swim right up to it and look down deep into the valley.

I’ve recently hosted several house parties here and the pool is always a hit.  Besides that I have a massive outdoor barbeque complete with its own shade and ventilation and several relaxing chairs.  The inside of the house has very deep vivid colors, walls covered in paintings—most originals—and several dozen rooms. 

Some of these rooms are my numerous bedrooms, two studies, a fully stocked library, the grand entrance and proceeding living room, a guest room which consists of several large velvet couches and an open fire pit in its center, and a wide arrangement of other rooms for various activities such as a game room, guest rooms for those who wish to spend the night, and even an indoor swimming pool for those cool winter nights when I’d rather not take advantage of the heated outdoor pool and the aliments. 

Most of my story, however, will be told from my personal study, a great room on the second floor of the building.  This room comes with its own wall of expensive wines, a marble fireplace, and mahogany furniture which I’m told costs quite a fortune.  My desk is a deep stained oak and the entire place is lit by a low-hanging black crystal chandelier.  It’s a very rich and warm room compared to the white walls and happy brighter appearance of most the rest of my house and it sits near the back of the building so the window, when open, looks down on the pool and proceeding valley.

Adding more to my favorite room to inhabitant is the large flat-screen TV tucked into the wall opposite of the window down to the pool and directly adjacent to the door into my study.  In front of this TV and about half-way through my study is my most common seat, a couch with wooden bears carved into the armrests so dark they almost look black, the couch cushions themselves are purple, slightly contrasting with the red shag carpet in a circle in the center of the room and the brown which covered the rest of my study.  The couch was directly in between of the fireplace on the side near the door and my desk on the other side.  The desk is where I wrote, the fire is where I thought, but this seat in front of that TV is where I gathered my research.

See, you can tell with my comfortable life now I didn’t escape her estate empty handed.  I took a lot, I stole a lot—and I had lots of help doing it.  But of everything I stole, the money, her assets, her deeds, there was one thing I valued more than the rest.  Her research.  This twisted Witch recorded seemingly everything that happened down in her little hellhole, meaning I could literally trace my entire existence down there right from when I appeared to when I disappeared.

But what happened down there wasn’t the only thing she had on tape.  She also had video of the people she took before she took them, their lives, their friends, their families—everything on everyone she ever kidnapped right down to their social media and who might still be looking for them.  And it’s not like the stalking ended there. the Witch managed to keep tabs the loved ones of the people she took—and it’s not unheard of for her to nab those few persistent people she felt started to make too much of a fuss about her underground operations.

This research I stole is my security.  There is no way the Witch was going to come after me if I had everything on her, what she did, who she took, when she took them, where she lives, how to find her, and nearly everything else.  Even if I lived comfortably on the surface in her mansion with her money and enjoying everything she worked hard to build she wouldn’t dare touch me.  I am immune. 

There are thousands of hours of data to be sorted through, there are people I never saw and some I watched go insane.  There are those she turned into her henchmen and those who I could only catch a glimpse of whether it be in the hall or some distant scream.  But all these people, and there were hundreds, if not there could be thousands, suffered because of her.  I want to learn each of their stories and what happened to them. 

But first there are those who I actually met—what made them who they were? What were they like before the Witch and her Little Green Man got to them?  What was their story?  It seems the Witch is very particular with who she chooses, you have to be special to get picked by her, you have to mean something.  I guess I meant something when she chose me, but maybe I meant something more than she could chew, I could be known as her world-crusher her deal breaker.  As far as I’m aware no one has ever escaped her domain, not before me and not after.

So here’s how this is going to work, I’m going to tell my story but I’m going to do it well.  Since my story is gruesome and at times downright disgusting I’m going to also be looking through these videos to give myself a much needed break.  This means my story will be a combination of my dialogue about my history in that world below and what I see on these films—who these people I met in my time down there were before they became what they are.

Because I will be watching these videos in conjunction with my story I will be labeling each part separately.  The video I choose to air will always relate to those I met during the part of the story I’m retelling.  Maybe together we can find out from their past personalities how they turned into what they are today.  Maybe together we can finally unlock the mystery of down there. 

Now, I’ll start my story from the very beginning, the very first moment I woke up.

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