Crazy old witch

Ethan's stomach grumbled in protest, and he fought the urge to glare at the old woman. She turned on her heel and shuffled up the stairs without another word, the door creaking shut behind her. The faint echo of her cackling laugh lingered long after she was gone.

"Crazy old witch." He grumbled as he looked at the cauldron bubbling ominously before him.

He moved to the shelf, finding the box of glass bottles neatly packed with stoppers and labels. At least they were clean. He carefully placed the box on the table beside the cauldron and hesitated. The liquid inside the cauldron didn't look like something that should be bottled. It looked more like it should be buried deep in the ground and never seen again.

He glanced back at the door, half-expecting the old woman to reappear with another snide remark, but it remained shut. Ethan let out a long breath and rolled up his sleeves. "Alright. Let's get this over with."