I almost screamed when I saw the two occupants sitting on our living room couch. But I couldn’t. I just stared, gaping in horror, at an enormous shaggy black dog the size of a horse, which was panting loudly. There was also a short, stout man with a white beard longer than a walking stick. He was wearing a silky, black coat but it was too long for him that it trailed down the floor. He was also wearing a golfers hat. The man turned his head towards me and smiled. My eyes were wide with terror and fear and for a moment I thought my whole body was going to collapse.
“ You must be Drake, are you not?” Said the man cheerfully.
“ I am,” I said slowly, my voice cracking with fear.
“ Do you know who I am,” said the man, sitting comfortably on the couch as he spoke.
“ N-no,” I stumbled.
“ I am your fairy godfather,” the man pronounced proudly. “And this is Wellard, my transformer.”
“ You’re what?” I blurted out.
“ My transformer,” repeated the man. “Look, I’ll show you.” The man stood up and began to bark at the dog and in an instant it turned into a mouse trotting on the carpet.
I was shaking like a jelly. What the hec is going on, I thought.
“ Transform back, Wellard,” the man shouted. Wellard turned back into a dog.
“ Very useful you know,” said the man.” Now let’s get to business shall we. Well Drake, I’ve come here to warn you about something.” His voice was slow and very serious now. “The great witch Sathia will visit you when the clock strikes one. I want you to know that this grand house once belonged to her. She gets furious if anyone else lives here. For many years, this house had not been touched or lived by. Now that you and your family live here, she will try to kill you. It is up to you to save yourself and your family. There is also one more thing. If she bites you with your fangs you will either turn like her or become a fairy godfather like me. Good luck!” the man and the dog were gone in a swish of lightening. I was petrified to the spot. My head slowly swivelled to the clock. It read one 'clock. Then suddenly everything went dark.
“ This is your worst nightmare,” spoke a ghastly voice behind me. Trembling, I looked back. A girl with very long black wild hair and blank white eyes was floating in midair with a black cloak covering her and her fanged teeth drooling with blood. She had a pointed nose and a mean smile played around her reddish lips. It looked as if though she had no legs. She swivelled closer to me and spoke again.
“ Thought you and your little vermin family could live in my beloved house,” she croaked. My insides were like serpents and my heart was burning with fright.
“ Leave us alone,” I choked out. “ Or, or I’ll kill you.” The witch cackled.
“ You pathetic little boy. No one can kill me. Only the burning light can destroy me. But you shall be dead before morning will wake.” Then she whirled her cloak and disappeared.
“ Here I am you prat,” she screamed. She was on the other side of the room now.
“Come and get me, little boy. Lets play some games.” She cackled madly and sent some sparks that hit me right in the stomach. Oh how painful it was. Anger started to build up on me. Then suddenly, I saw a torch in the corner of the desk near the television. Only the burning light could kill her, I thought. While she carried on laughing, I edged right next to the torch and then quickly grabbed for it. I turned it on and held the streaming torch, facing it directly at her. At once the witch began to scream in pain and agony. She tried to shield her eyes but the witch just burned and screamed. Then she sent her last spell before a trail of ash was left on the floor.
The spell hit me and I screamed and yelled myself until someone slapped me on the face. I opened my eyes. It was my sister.
“ Hey, what’s with the screaming,” my young sister cried out. I looked around. I was back in my plain bedroom with the big wardrobe and it was morning. I gasped for breath.
“ I had a nightmare. Oh lord it was only a nightmare.”
“ I had a nightmare too,” said my sister.
“ Did you,” I replied. I was so relieved.
“ Yeah,” my sister went on, “ I dreamt about a witch who bit my neck.” I looked at her neck. It had deep cuts. My lips began to tremble.
“ You still have the cuts,” I cried out.
“ I know,” croaked my sister, her eyes flashing. “Welcome to your real nightmare!!!”
