“She lives there. In the blue house,” she said, pointing at the bright blue house that rested at the edge of the clearing. The house was small, and had white shutters waiting to cover the windows. It was like a house from some fairytale. It looked so warm and welcoming.
“But how? The house looks so nice?” Kyle asked.
“It may look so nice, but don’t be mistaken. A witch likes there. If you walk through that door, I promise you, you won’t come out,” Tara said sternly. Then, the front door opened, and a young woman came out. She had on a deep green dress, and shoes to match. She had long golden blond hair. She looked at them, and smiled. Her eyes were such a beautiful blue. Like lapis. She smile was so warm. She was so very beautiful. Kyle couldn’t help but stare. His eyes were glued to her perfection. She beckoned them forward.