For Seller

By: Martha Whittington

Fragment taken from the story "The Witch"
The Storyteller, Volume I

"Armando! Armando!" I heard Benito screaming as the wind and madness increased
inside the jail cell. I looked to the bench and saw his arm reaching out to me and
gesturing for me to join him under the bench.

I didn’t go to him; instead, I looked up at the window in time to see a flash of light,
and I could have sworn I saw a human figure leaning over the window’s bars,
looking at me from outside. I thought it could not be possible, as the window was
probably nine feet high and that strong wind would have made it hard for someone
in his right mind to be out there on a ladder trying to spy on us.

Thunder followed a little while after.

The rushing wind blew out the flames of the only two gas lamps near the cell,
outside it; we were now in complete darkness. I felt debris from outside coming in
through the window and flying all around me; I closed my eyes and covered my face
the best I could.

The wind intensified and I realized we were being hit by a huge tornado. After a few
more minutes I felt that the air was being sucked out of the cell through the
window; all of it was being sucked out. The noise receded a little, followed by a
constant whistling sound.

I clearly heard a dog growling somewhere inside the cell, and then heard Benito
scream.

"Damn," I said as I tried to approach the bench in the dark to check on Benito.

"Benito! Benito!" I yelled but got no answer.

Another growl came from my right; too close to ignore it, I turned my head, trying
to see in the dark.

The wind was now starting to pick up again; we must have been in the eye of the
tornado a minute ago, when the air was being sucked out of the cell. Something
jumped on me and knocked me to the floor. I hit my head on the cell bars.

At first I thought it might be Benito, but I had to discard that, as it felt more like a
huge dog. There was thick, stiff hair all over it, and it also was way too heavy. I tried
to get it off me; I looked in the direction where his head should have been and saw a
pair of red eyes looking at me. It was impossible.

There was no time to think; the creature was struggling to bite me. I poked both its
eyes with my thumbs, pushing as hard as I could. I heard it cry in pain. I then turned
to look for the shotgun on the other side of the cell; I found it in the dark and was
able to get it inside the cell. I saw a fading red light approaching me and assumed it
was one of the creature’s eyes. I hit the creature on the head with the shotgun as
hard as I could.

I tried pushing myself away with my legs and out of the creature’s reach, but that
creature was much too heavy and was still on top of me, trying to bite me. I couldn’t
see it but I knew it couldn’t see me either, at least for the moment. I loaded the
shotgun and aimed at its face.

I fired.

I loaded the shotgun again; the wind was picking up frantically again. The load on
top of me started to feel lighter, as if the creature were shrinking or was somehow
being lifted up. I fired the shotgun again at it and I heard a loud dog’s cry.

Its painful cry echoed all around the cell.

I suddenly felt as if there was someone on top of me beginning to choke me; I could
have sworn it was a small person with unusually big and strong hands. I put my
hands on top of his and felt a lot of rings of all sorts and shapes on long, thick,
crooked fingers. I felt sharp nails on my neck and I couldn’t breathe.

Lightning illuminated the cell and I saw the most horrendous face I had ever seen in
my entire life. The face belonged to a very old and wrinkled woman; long, black hair
was flying all around her head and my face; she had a pointy chin and a curved,
long nose; she had no eyes under the bushy black eyebrows, only two empty,
bleeding eye sockets; and there were teeth missing from her mouth.

The side of her face was bleeding heavily.

Thunder came with a terrible sound that concealed what seemed to be a woman’s
scream; a few seconds later, the weight on top of me completely disappeared.

Once free, I pushed myself along the floor until I got to a corner; the wind was
beginning to calm down but was still whistling around me.

"Saritaaa, Saritaaa."

I got up, a little shaken from the attack. I searched for the shotgun in the dark and
found it; I reloaded it and stood by in the pitch-black cell.

A few minutes passed. The wind was finally calming down. I heard Benito’s voice but
I didn’t answer, as I was still certain there was a third person inside the cell with
us.

I heard footsteps coming from outside the cell. I turned my head and the shotgun in
that direction; a minute later I saw the spark of a match being lit and I followed the
flame with my eyes, as it was the only thing I could see. That little flame lit up a gas
lamp.

The guard walked to the second gas lamp and lit it with the same match. He then
brought the second gas lamp with him as he approached the cell to take a closer
look at us.

He found me pointing his own shotgun at him; he saw Benito still curled up under
the bench.

"Open this damn door right now," I calmly said.

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Martha Whittington was born and raised in Monterrey, Mexico; at 21 years old she
decided
to ‘go out there and see the world’; thus beginning an incredible tour around the world that
lasted for a few years.

She graduated from College majoring in Communications and has a Masters Degree
in
Public Relations.

She comes from a family of published writers;
at a very young age Martha began writing short
stories that made it to international Poetry and
Short Novel contests, winning a few of them in
Spain and England.

Writing has always been a fun and loving
hobby to her.

She currently resides in the US.

Martha Whittington currently has 8 books with fiction stories out. Here is a fragment of one of her stories. For more infromation please go to =>http://www.storytellersbookclub.com