Leaving the haunted house

You lead your sisters back towards the entrance to the haunted mansion. On the way, you meet a couple other visitors, some look scared, some are having fun and a few give you a familiar feeling, like the stumbling woman with blood stains on her shirt. Normal onlookers might think she is just acting very well, but you can see through the act. Her pulse has stopped, her brain activity ceased, and she hungers for human flesh. Only the orders of a greater undead keep the zombie from assaulting the nearest human being and start a bloodbath. The thought amuses you, some blood and splattered organs would make for a much better decoration for this sad spook house. Witches are immune to zombifying venom anyways, so you would be save from it. Maybe one of your sorority sisters might have a talent for necromancy. Or just a thing for very bloody slaughter. That would be acceptable, too.

In a side corridor leading to a staircase you spot a mirror on a wall that is supposed to show a ghostly face to any unsuspecting onlookers. A finger snap clears this and you get a chance to look you over. You open your senses to see through your glamor and turn your nose in disappointment. Your skin has turned a pretty green and a small wart is already starting to form on the tip of your nose, your lips have slimmed down a bit and you started to get some body odor, but all of these are far from enough. You just look way too human for your liking, way too nice. Only the thought of changing this keeps you from lashing out and destroying the mirror in rage.

“You look fuckin’ disgusting with that stupid glamor of yours”, says Mia and takes another sip of what looks like a bottle of water in the mirror. Her glamor extends to the bottle and hides it, but you know she is actually drinking wine. It’s her second bottle since converting, and she is starting to develop a lovely drinking habit. Her affinity with curses has changed her speech pattern to include more cussing. Soon she will be constantly cursing, like witches should. Her skin is a much lighter green than yours, but her nose is much bigger already and is starting to develop a nice hook. She snorts a lot more, too, her snot is greenish and slimy, and her teeth start to lose their disgusting white shine. With all the drinking, her mouth will soon be a nice, lovely **** zone of foul teeth and stinky breath. You are looking forward to snogging and tasting her already.

Tonya’s skin is also turning green, which makes her brown complexion look funny. Her lips have thinned significantly and turned up into a lovely, cruel smile fitting for a witch. Aside from that, her transformation seems to not have progressed too far, but you know her pussy is getting slimier and developing a nice, fishy stink. You also look forward to tasting her once she is fully developed.

The three of you indulge into a couple more moments of vanity, then strengthen your glamors again just to make sure you can deceive the crowd outside the mansion. Before you leave, you slit your finger and sprinkle a few drops of your blood over the mirror, then chant a spell to give the human visitors an unpleasant surprise. You and your sisters cackle at the thought of visitors being frightened by the visions of gruesome deaths they will see once they look into the mirror.

You step out of the mansion and into the night. You felt like you were in there for several hours, but judging from the moon it was only slightly more than an hour. “What, leaving already?” Jack the Ripper says as he sees you and your sisters about to leave. “There is so much scare left to discover… maybe even some foggy streets…” His attempts at being scary are laughable to you, especially since you can see through the costume where he is nothing more than a shy, acne-riddled teeny boy. “I hope you enjoyed your stay in our haunted mansion, dear guests. We’d be happy to welcome beauties like you again.”

You try laughing normally despite being disgusted by his pathetic attempts at flirting and calling your glamor ‘beautiful’, a blatant insult to you at this point. You swallow your anger and reply: “It was a magical experience. We would love to come again.” That is not even a lie, you want to show your mistress the results of your schemes once you have assembled your full coven. You turn to look over the line of teens waiting for entrance, then say: “Great house you got here. I can especially recommend the first floor. Some exceptional costumes there.” The costumed boy nods and waves you goodbye with his knife and you pass the waiting crowd.

Mia is not so good at hiding her anger, though, and stares angrily at the boy. Luckily for you, he doesn’t notice, but as you walk past him, she utters a curse to give him violent itches in his crotch that will come and go randomly every few hours and last between ten seconds to over three minutes. You cackle silently as you imagine him trying to make love to his little mouse of a girlfriend only to stop and scratch his dick bloody. Similarly, as you pass the line of waiting people, you let out a silent stream of putrid gas as a farewell gift. It will linger on the ground and slowly rise up to stick to their clothes and subject them to a wonderfully disgusting stench.

You and your sisters get into your small, pathetic car and cackle loudly as your escape has worked flawlessly. You are out of the mansion that has trapped your mistress for so long, you are free, witchcraft is free, the world is yours for the taking! Mia in the backseat passes you the wine bottle, and you take a long pull from it before passing it over to Tonya. That little amount won’t get you drunk, so it’s save and you won’t be having accidents either. Your magic will see to that.

You let out another long, drawn out fart to fill the car with a green, disgustingly stinky fog that smells of rotten cabbage and Sulphur. Your sisters applaud and breathe it in deeply, enjoying what would make normal humans gag. You are filled with a sick pride and anticipation for the future when you make your gas even more stinky, but for now, it’s pretty decent. Mia pulls out an impressive green slime ball out of her nose and smears it over the window, tinting it a lovely green color, then takes the bottle back and drinks from it. She belches violently, filling the car with even more stench, and cackles again.

“I’m so jealous of you girls”, Tonya says as you drive through the forest and back towards the city. “You smell so amazing and I can’t contribute to it. Just you wait until I develop a proper stench. I should brew some potions for me once we get to the sorority. Some shampoos maybe, to increase my body odor.” “First things first”, you answer her sternly. “We need to convert our sisters first thing before we try anything else. The mana around here is so low pretty much anything magical will fail until we complete the coven. Fuckface get off my streets or feel my wrath!”, you yell at some person you almost run over even though you are going way too fast.

Some minutes later you finally pull a very stinky car into the parking lot of your sorority. With another loud fart you step out of the car and hide your smell behind another glamor. Time to convert your sisters and form a proper witch coven.