Number Six

Figuring that you have nothing to lose at this point, you decide to see if you can find someone.  You figure that someone is bound to be willing to help you get out of their spooky house so you make your way towards the door with the light.  Always the one with manners, you knock before slowly turning the doorknob and entering the illuminated bedroom.  You gasp in shock at the sight before you.  An actual witch was stirring a boiling cauldron over an open fire.  Her ugly green and warty face looks up at your gasp and smiles pleasantly.  "Hello dearie."  She cackles, dropping her giant spoon and moving towards you.  You are too scared to move as she gets nearer and nearer.  One thought keeps flashing through your head: "I have a bad feeling about this."  The witch smiles, reveling rows of horrible dental hygiene.  "My, you are a big one.  I haven't had anyone come here since that horrible accident with that Hansel and Gretal.  My sister never had a talent with kids.  Lucky for you, I do."  She said, breathing liver flavored breath in your face.  She leads you over to her cauldron and pushes your head over it.  You are forced to breath in her potent potion and the various smells cause you to black out.  Then, she turns you into a toad and locks you up in her cupboard.  Sorry.  You can't go home like that, (what would your mother say???), and you are most likely going to be cooked for supper tomorrow.