It was always foggy in the morning in Rainfall Hills. The ocean gave the little community an unmistakable seaside feel that had made this place home to locals of the quiet hilly area. Rain Fall Hills was a town of little commodity and had very little to offer but for some reason it always managed to get by. It was a place that although rumored to have its darker secrets that made most avoid the place still managed to attract just the right people to keep it lucrative enough to keep the people who lived there happy with their small fortunes. It was a greedy town in fact and the people who lived there unmistakenly had a bit of darkness to their character; and then some seemed to be darkness themselves altogether. Visistors often did feel an appeal to the place but it was in a dark and foreboding kind of way so most good folks from the surrounding communities tended to usually shy away from it. Then there was always some misfortunate accident or death happening year round it seemed but for some reason it still managed to attract some souls to itself... Rain Fall Hills was indeed a dark town with even darker secrets...
Marcy, Bobby, and Debra where all seniors getting ready to graduate all having turned 18 at one point of the year or another and had decided to have one last thrill before going on to bigger better things. There were rumors of many people in Rainfall Hills but it was a certain shop owner in Rainfall Hills that practiced witchcraft and lived in an alleged haunted house that had become the target of thrill seeking. Going into Rainfall Hills always held a bit of a foreboding sense to the other neighboring communities and it had even had a recent death being some freak accident involving an old fashioned black powder rifle further up in the hillsides. It was that element that had gotten the three's interest into making this their final fling before going off to college.
They all stood in the distance a bit of a ways before the old fashioned house that sat perched upon one of the many sloping hillsides of Rainfall Hills. Bobby seemed to have an air of confidence leaning against his old mustang, while Debra seemed more agitated and nervous about what they were contemplating doing. Marcy on the other hand always the thrill seeker loved the idea of sneaking into a witch's house and whatever calamity might follow.
"Double dog dare yah?", Marcy said playfully to her two class mates who had played hooky from school from one of the nearby communities called "Pleasence County" home of the Pleasence "Wild Cats".
Bobby and Debra where looking at Marcy with slightly agitated expressions. "You have been on about this all day it's really starting to get old Marcy.", said Debra shaking her head in annoyance looking to Bobby for approval.
Bobby looked at her with a look that had more intrigue this time. "Well not to say that I'm not a little bit curious", said Bobby with a face that had thoughtful mischief written all over it. "I mean witchcraft or no, Mrs. Anderson sure is a smoking peace of ass!"
Debra rolled her eyes at bobby then said, "I don't like it, what if we get caught snooping around her house? Ditching school is one thing but to get caught breaking and entering... again I might add."
Marcy always was the instigator of these kinds of things and never seemed to care about consequences, but it was that attitude that tended to get the whole group into trouble more often than not. Debra on the other hand had started to get a bit sick of the trouble part especially after the last fiasco involving them to sneak into one of the graveyards at night using a Ouija board that only got them thrown out by the police. "Hey the Ouija board idea was going good till the police showed up", interjected Bobby who had managed to get a few letters out of it before the boys in blue showed up.
Debra was looking at the large old fashioned house with growing anxiety. The house was a large two story home with all those old fashioned railings and eaves that were always so decorative back then. It was painted a faded green like Saint Patrick's day and all the locals just called it "The Green House" and that was how they had heard about it. The Green House as the locals liked to refer to it was the home to a local woman that ran one of the local shops specializing in trinkets, body oils and candles. She was barely middle aged and was darkly alluring with pacifying brown eyes as the rumor had it. Also it was rumored that she was a witch with seductive powers and could make any man fall desperately in love with her if she so chose. "I don't like the idea of snooping around some woman's house" said Debra, "especially if she could be a real life witch! Powers or no people who delve into dark arts could be bad company if you get on their bad side I'd have to think."
Marcy started to chuckle, "well you can relax if she is a witch because if the rumors are right she seduces men and not dainty things like yourself Deb." Then she looked to Bobby with a mock hungry look. "Him on the other hand..." She started eyeing him up like a piece of meat with a playfully wicked smile. "He might be everything a big bad witch could want..."
Bobby was grinning back at Marcy with a lecherous expression soaking in her words obviously enjoying the predatory attention. He looked back up at the house and almost felt himself stir in his pants with his mind on the alleged sex witch inside. "Hey she can use my power anyway she wants girls, I wouldn't complain!" "In fact I think Marcy here just talked me into it. Whatever kinky fetish she's into Mrs. Anderson can hook me into from dog leashes to handcuffs I would be game."
"No Bobby, this is a bad idea", Debra looked down unhappily knowing he had made up his mind already. She looked dejectedly back up to the house and seemed to resign herself to the will of the group. "Fuck, let's just get this over with", she grumbled.
