You enter the old woman's home. It is warm and homy enough. But as you look a bit more around, you come to realize that what you thought were knickknacks or statues are actually a lot more original and curious than that. Or downward creepy, just creepy. There are bottles with notes saying they contain cat hair, or black dog hair. Or spider legs, daisy roots, oak bark, toad drool or tarantula hair. These bottles became more horrid with those labeled dog tongues, bat wings, mummy dust and rabbit bone shavings. The statues represent weird characters and symbols too. Then you turn around when hearing the lock of the door clicking. The old woman has locked you inside. Then, with a happy glitter in her eye and a mischievous smile, she holds up the key and slips the key into her pocket, tapping it afterwards in a playful, teasing manner.
"Hey! Let me out!" you scream, starting to get panicked (quite understandably).
But the old woman merely smiles and chuckles softly. She then takes out something from her apron pocket and you think that it's a simple stick but she waves this piece of a branch and it starts glowing. You back away, utterly frightened. What's going on? Who is this crazy person? How is she doing that? More importantly, why is she doing that? You barely have time to ask yourself these questions, let alone ask them again when you feel an irresistible force propelling you backwards and into the soft cushions of an armchair. Propelled into the arms of an armchair. You'd be laughing if your situation wasn't so dire. This woman can do actual magic and you are locked in the same house as this witch! And what she has just done proves her intentions aren't really shown as kind and loving. You don’t have time to try to rise and run, to find a way out one way or another, because a ball of yarn rolls on its own accord at your feet and rolls all around you and the armchair, effectively binding you tightly.
"What are you doing? Who are you? What do you want with me?" you say with fear.
"Oh, a nice little ray of sunshine," smiles the witch. "Exactly what I need to enliven my house."
She cackles as she advances towards you, and you wonder with dread what she has in mind.