100 Word Challenge: The Witches Forest.

The brick house dangled high in a tree, as we crept towards the run down building threatening shakes from the hut repeated over and over. Shadows dancing across, even in the light. As we neared the dreaded place, we saw silhouettes, jumping and leaping, with pointy hats. Circling around something, a pot, chanting, a potion.  Then they stopped, we heard shrieks like no other before. And saw things like no other before, the witches soon over us, shrieking their terrible song. We ran faster than ever before, running, jumping over the cruel shrubs. I tripped and  it all went black.