The Witch

I didn't know exactly what woke me up. I had the vague feeling that something was watching me. My eyes burned as I **** them open.

To my surprise, I saw a young woman standing next to the bed. She was leaning over me and looking at me with interest. She was wearing a tall, pointed hat, a black leather corset, and an ultra-short leather miniskirt with hip-high black silk stockings. All in all, she looked like a very sexy witch.

I blinked. Did that mean the party had finally started?

I tried to remember who this girl was. But she didn't look familiar. I pulled myself up and spoke to her.

“Hello, are you here for the Halloween party too?”

Instead of giving an answer, she just smiled. And as I watched, her features blurred and turned into—mine.

I must still be asleep and dreaming; that was the only reasonable explanation for what was happening here.

“Come!” my look-alike whispered, beckoning me with her finger.