Jon, no Morgana now! Found herself in the middle of a dusty old dilapidated house. How could Gary do this? This isn’t what they had in mind.
Morgana inspected her tattered black dress with her thin, older hands. She looked in a dusty cracked mirror and saw her haggard face. Her hair was grey and wild, exploding from her head above her angular face like a dark rain cloud. She idly stroked it as new thoughts began to fill her mind, devious thoughts, like the desire to change the boys and girls of the town who were foolish enough to wander into her home.
Morgana began to laugh, which progressed into a high-pitched cackle. More and more she was Morgana Bignose, the town’s creepy witch. And if she had her way that’s how she would remain.
