It was a cold, damp night when I got lost in the woods of Carlos Casares, Buenos Aires. Unfortunately, I did not expect what was about to happen, as I innocently rode my horse through the rural zone mentioned before.
It was raining while I was working on my farm, and I was told to look for a lost axe in the woods we had gone before to get firewood, because it was winter, with very low temperatures, and we had forgotten it. When I got in the woods and found the axe, I realized that I didn’t know where I was and that I had lost the path. As I got desperate as the rain hit my head, I decided to gallop in an attempt to reach a location where I could shelter , but what I found was worse than I had thought. It was a mysterious, old house. The rain got stronger and stronger, so there was no other way of keeping away from the drops of water, rather than entering the house.
I ran through the entrance and knocked the big, wooden door. I waited for some seconds when suddenly the door opened by itself. I entered and the door closed. Inside that dark, gloomy house, the only signal of light was a chimney. Next to it, a black, scary chat was resting under deep sleeping. I approached the chimney because I was very cold, but out of nowhere, a nasty, wrinkled, horrifying witch appeared while screaming towards me who I was. I stayed shocked, peering her ugly, repugnant face. That was the moment when I realized I had to run. I went Upstairs, where I hid in the bathroom. As I heard her coming, I prepared my surprise attack: shampoo, which is lethal to her eyes. When she arrived, my plan worked. As she shouted that her eyes hurt, I ran towards my horse and I escaped.
As I woke up next morning, I convinced myself that It was all a dream. This theory was totally discarded, as I saw a big, red-written sign which said: “This is not over, I will take my revenge”