Nevena

“Get away from me you old hag!” I screamed and I backed towards Baba Roga’s bed.

“That’s not a nice way to treat your host, my dear,” said Baba Roga and she came closer to me, her wooden cane going thump, thump, thump on the dirty floor covered in bones of god-knows-what. “I’m just a lonely old woman. All I want is just a little bit of company every once in a while.”

“You didn’t seem too interested in company when first got here,” I told her. Oh, I just wished that she would stop coming closer to me, but no such luck. She grabbed my hand with her old, fragile one, and I winced when I felt how sharp her nails actually were.

“Because I thought you were a nasty vampire like him, my dear,” she said, sniffing around me. “Like you just said, I’m an old hag. My nose isn’t what it used to be.”

She chuckled and that was the most horrible sound that I have ever witnessed before. I tried to pull my hand out of hers, but her grip was strong.