The Three Broomsticks (er, story warning in description..horror-esque)

So this is a bit of a story. Horror actually, not professionally written I did it really fast but apparently my quick horror is still scary so uhh.. .. So the girl in the redcoat has partaken in many crimes throughout her years. She's never been caught, coming from near poverty to sudden riches, she lives her life like any other aristocrat can, and of course, she has secrets with moral disengagement. Two girls passed by, she befriended them both. They played together, all were around eight, and they were the best of friends. Or so they thought. A witch lured one, the girl on the right, into the woods and bestowed a curse to live like the witch does. The sudden transfusion caused mood swings and uncontrollable bursts. She admitted to the one on the left she was a witch, redcoat ever heard. The one on the left took it easily, but redcoat dismissed her as her friend. Hearing the offers of money for a witch, redcoat betrayed her ex friend. Attempting to control her friend's outburst, the one on the left was accidentally hit by the townspeople. The one on the right boiled with anger and attacked but mistakenly hit her already injured friend. She fell down in shock, the trance broke. The townspeople burned her to the stake. Redcoat would be rewarded with money to last a life time. She ratted out others and created spontaneous false stories to get the enemies she hated with a passion. She had the man of her dreams, nicknamed blue-eyed. She was in-love, about to get married. Rich, cruel, yet well-perceived by most unaware of the conspiracy, she had it all. One night she heard singing, the friend on the right loved to sing.This song had a different tone, it described a girl, poor yet sweet, suddenly bitter in obsession for money with envy to her friends' better-by-a-margin lives. Her husband at war, her, she cried. The song went into adulthood and the misfortunes with her moral disengagement she breathed with every blink. A climatic end was heard, "she'll die bitterly in 1 year." Mocking the song she perceived as one by a child, she laughed it off. News came out, 3 months exactly, that her husband had perished. She had recently found out she was pregnant and was greatly broken apart by the news. She thought of that song, but dismissed it. Her baby was born healthy, a beautiful girl. Above her house two watched. One, a witch that lived, the other, one bestowed the curse. The one on the right sang again as she held up a small jar of water with lemon. The one on the left dropped in paper that never got wet. 1 month later, the baby seemed curse, having outbreaks that resembled one redcoat has seen before..years ago as a child. To cover, she framed a poorer woman's baby as the alleged, "devil child" Justice agreed and the innocent was killed. As redcoat went home, she heard a voice that sounded like the female on the left. "Shocking, I would've thought you'd want the damned witch killed too.." Redcoat's eyes enlarged and trembled, recalling her friend that was cursed into being a witch. As the days passed the conditions seemed worst, redcoat hit her precious daughter as much as she could. One night alone, a year to that song she heard, her daughter spoke with a familiar female voice: "I can forgive with time, but your oppression never ceased after that one mistake." The baby's eggs shot red, her skin grew paler, claws seemed to come out of it's hands as the baby lunged at redcoat, scratching and biting. Redcoat cried in agony, "I apologize!" Two figures appeared, resembling their childhood figures with 4 years added. The one on the left held a light in her grasp, she blew the light towards the child and the child's demonic like behavior ceased. "As for you," she grimanced as she faced the woman responsible for her death. "It is not me who will deal with your fate," she spat, then afterwards spit at the woman that caused her to lose her future A beautiful song from the voice of a girl was played, redcoat was fading in and out of her consciousness. She saw the two ghostly figures again as adults, happy with great lives. She herself was happy, her life was going to be better had she not turned into a monster. She played with the strings of faith, and in the end faith will have to even out the desinities. The song was in Spanish, she recited it devilishly. Picking up redcoat she dropped the woman to her misery. The child laid peacefully in the left witch's arms. Both arrived in the doorstep of the woman that lost her child and left redcoat's baby there, free of her curse. In the morning, the poorer woman and her family delightful accepted the baby laid for them. They'd name her Tally, ironically the same name as a woman that's done bad deeds. Tally wouldn't continue Tallulah's ways, however like her biological mother she felt two spirits constantly by her side.

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