The Fruit Tree

Long ago there lived a young witch, who everyone despised. All suspected, but no one knew for sure. Her garden kept the community thriving and to the townsfolk that was more important than whether she was a witch or not. One august night a gentleman was wondering around and happened to wander into the garden. He had many stories all frightening, but one particular one always captivated him. The story that in this garden lied the tree from religions the one Adam and Eve so stupidly ate. He wanted to see the tree; he could feel it pulling him close like pandoras box of mysteries. It wasn't long before something shone in front like a shining star. It called him closer begging him to taste the sweetness, the forbiddingness.

"boo"

"ahhhhh"

He turned around jumping out of his skin, there before him stood a beautiful woman cloaked in a velvet cloak, hood draped over her frame. She began to enchant, as he then felt himself drifting. Her words fading away with him.

"Asleep you shall go to never come here again shall you return, and you'll be a feast."

Once he awoke, he was laying in his bed forgetting that what had happened wasn't a dream but in fact something so dangerously real.

Each night he would have the same dream over and over again. Till one night he awoke in cold sweats right in front of the witch's home. The tree called to him he could feel it pulling him. Though he didn't remember what it was that was calling him. Once entering the witches gate, he felt a pull so strong he had to follow it. closer to the tree he got until he could see a glow and then he remembered everything. He tried to turn around and run, but the witch had already sensed his presence. It was too late she took him by the throat and said,

"You stupid man, you will never learn now the feast has begun."

She took him into her home and through him in the oven. He was never found, and the town forgot of his existence.