Greta should have left that witch alone.  Now she is in for some good ole fashion revenge.  (This story was voted on by my Patreon's and will come to DA on March 9th.)

Greta paced back and forth outside the witch’s apartment. She had been told to report her after she had stolen from the lady a month before for her holiday party. “What is she going to do to me? Turn me into a toad?” Greta shook her head. “No that is too cliché. Is it?”

She gulped. “Why can’t she just come to the door and get this over with?”

             The door slowly creaked open. “Ahh, there you are. Have you been waiting long?”

             Greta threw her arms into the air. “I have been waiting all fucking day! You said to be here by morning. It is almost three in the afternoon.”

             The old lady laughed. “Oh, you should have more patience. I mean, you could have just gone home, my dear.”

             Greta shook her head. “Oh no. I know what you said would happen if I didn’t come here. You would just randomly get me back. I want to know what is coming.” She walked in, pushing the elderly witch to the side. “I am not going to have some random witch bomb hit me when I least expect it.”