The Witches

[enchanting music playing]

[slide clicks]

[older Hero chuckles]

All right, then.

Where were we?

Oh, yeah, that’s right.

Now I remember.

“A note about witches.”

See, here’s the thing about them.

They’re real!

Witches are as real as a rock in your shoe.

That’s the first thing you need to know.

The second thing you need to know, they’re here!

And they live amongst us…

[slide clicking]

…side by side, with humans.

In every big city, in every small town.

For all you know, a witch might be living right next door to you right now.

They everywhere!

A witch might be a nurse, or your teacher, and you can bet your sweet patootie that friendly, little old lady on the bus offering you a delicious piece of salt water taffy is a witch.

And here’s the most important thing.

The most important thing.

Witches hate children!

A witch spends all her time thinking up ways to destroy children.

That’s all she thinks about.

“How will I squish this horrible child?”

[squishing]

A witch gets the same pleasure from squishing a child as you get from eating a bowl of ice cream covered in butterscotch syrup, with whipped cream, chopped nuts, and a cherry on top.

[children gasp]

[older Hero] My story begins during the last month of 1968.

Believe it or not, I was once a young boy.

[slide clicking]

A boy with a mother and a father.

[slide clicks]

[eerie music playing]

[older Hero]

We lived in Chicago.

And it snows a lot at Christmastime.

[sirens approaching]

Tricky thing with snow is, it’s slippery.

[man] Take the front! This way!

Mom?

[older Hero]

I was wearing my seat belt.

Dad?

[people shouting indistinctly]

Mom!

[older Hero]

Mama and Daddy weren’t.

[shouting] Mama! Dad!

Mommy! Dad!

[man] Let’s get you out of here.

[older Hero] It was during my eighth Christmas that I lost my mother and father.

[Christmas choral music playing]

[children shouting distantly]

[sniffs] My dear child…

Grandma.

Grandma’s here.

[Grandma] Aw, you gonna be all right.

Here, let me look at you.

Mmm.

I’mma get you out of here.

I packed your things, I’m gonna take you home.

Home? To my house?

No, darling.

Home to my house.

[engine turns off]

[Reginald] Need any help bringing these bags inside, sister?

[Grandma] Oh, no, thank you, Reginald.

You’ve done enough already.

Running into you at the bus station was a godsend.

I’m much obliged.

[Reginald chuckles]

My pleasure. [grunts]

I’ll see you in church come Sunday?

[Grandma] Oh, you know you will.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance, young man.

Welcome to Demopolis.

Thank you, Reggie.

Sister.

Wait.

Take them shoes off before you walk on my good rug.

[older Hero]

Grandma was my mama’s mama.

A tough lady with a big heart.

The kind that wouldn’t hesitate to give a spanking if you deserve it or a big ol’ hug if you needed it.

[Grandma] I reckon… you’ll be comfy here.

In your mama’s old room.

We’ll get you situated tomorrow.

I’m gonna make some hot chocolate.

Want some?

I’m gonna make some anyway, in case you change your mind.

[thunder rumbling in distance]

[thunder rumbling]

[rain pattering]

[crying softly]

[weatherman on TV]

High tomorrow, 73.

[Grandma] Young man, what is wrong with you?

Sitting in here all by your lonesome.

It’s nice out.

You want something to eat?

I just fried some wings.

Nobody turns down my wings.

I’m gonna make you a plate.

[upbeat music playing on gramophone]

[singing along] Now if you

Feel that you can’t go on

Because all of your hope Is gone

And your life is filled

With much confusion

Until happiness Is just an illusion

And your world around Is tumblin’ down

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