That night I couldn't sleep at all. Why him, I shouted. It should have been me. I'm the one with the royal blood of the legendary stalker. I'm the elite of the elites. So it's true. After a night with a witch, a new baby has emerged. But the last baby was to big and crushed the mother herself. Somehow this new baby is just the right size. Then, Where is the boy? I murmured. As I tip toe closer to the window looking for the boy, I heard two shadows talking to one another. The tall one had a shadow of a sicked person laying on bed. The smaller one had a shadow like someone who had a ragged cap covered from top to bottom. When I got to the window, I heard the small one asked the big one, What big claws you have? The big one said, all the more to tear you my dear. Again the smaller one asked, what big sharp teeth you have? All the more to chew you said the big one. What big dark red eye you have?, again asked the smaller one. The big one replied, all the more to see you at night my dear. That's it fur said the smaller one pulling out a shotgun. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get your no good, ass fulled of fur out of my property before I pump your ass full of led. You wouldn't hurt a sick old me would you said the big one.10...9...8...7....6..the small one shouted...Alright Alright I'm going said the big one. We are not finish, I will be coming back later, you're mine. 5.......0 BAMM BAMM ahahah ahhaha. Fear of danger, the big one jumped through the window and spread through the history how witch hunted him came to be.
And that is how witch hunt came to be right?