Journal Entry: Episode 2
- Armaan Yusuf
- Apr 23
- 2 min read
Updated: May 1
Back in the dreams with the season of the witch
Familiar college setting, and I’m studying with kids
We all go down somewhere and along I also hitch
But I left my phone and bag in the classroom mist
It starts getting weirder, saw a long elevator
Thought it to be too much and saw a ladder
Into the jungle, it dropped me off a while later
Saw a scary black dog and my mate with papers
Papers tore away and my mate gave my phone back
In pitch-black darkness with a ramp to attack
Scared out of our wits, we’re starting to lose track
So like any sane person, to the ladder we retract
But the ladders were two now, at ninety degrees
A man climbing down fast moving past the trees
But the man fell flat as a hooded figure decreed
Removed her veil to reveal a witch we had freed
The foulest of women, with a few dusty old hair
Robe of atrocities with a few teeth grinning bare
The most terrifying of creatures gave us a scare
Onto platform over ladders, at me, she just stares
Mumbling incantations and whatnot I had to listen
The man threw a stone, beating her to submission
Off the ladder, she climbs down in a fetal position
We make a run with escape being our only mission
But then she saw me out and charged at me fast
Choking me down with tight fingers she grasped
Another rock knocks her out, saving me at last
Saw the lift, and I ran back, avoiding her wrath
But the lift was at the -11th floor and I was on the ground
So, chasing me again, so again she had me falling down
Choking me repeatedly, I bang her head with my crown
Laughing hysterically, guess witches are mentally unsound
Then, a miracle occurred, and I was free to run straight
And the lift arrived at that very moment, now I was safe
Went up to the 9th floor, breathing heavily, kinda irate
Realised the horror that my phone had been misplaced
So back to 0, I went, foolishly I wait
Hid in the sides of the elevator to be safe
The door opens slowly, heart starts to race
Wake up with a jolt due to a knock at my gate.
By: Arman Yusuf

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