[ WP ] A couple is having their first child , when they admit to each other that they both promised their first born to a witch . It 's two different witches .

Brenda and I looked at the sleeping child, and held each other. It was beautiful. Our son. He looked so peaceful. It almost took my mind off of the task that was now ahead. The one thing I ’ d been dreading since I met the love of my life. Telling her what I ’ d done as a young man. My uncle Carlton hadn ’ t died and left us his fortune, I wish I ’ d had an uncle Carlton. But no, all of that money came from somewhere else. It all came from one big mistake. 
 
 I promised my first born son to a witch. 
 
 Now, not just any witch. This witch had a real penchant for following up on her deals, and I ’ d heard some pretty nasty tales about guys who took the money and ran. She was a little bit nastier than the “ turn into a frog ” kind of crones too. Let ’ s just say, waking up with feral rats in my anus is not the way I wanted to spend my last day on Earth. 
 
 Anyways, back to the story. 
 
 Brenda and I had adjourned to our bedroom where we lay together in the glow of a small candle by the window sill. I sighed loudly. 
 
 “ What ’ s wrong, Michael? ” She asked me. The sincerity in her voice made a knot form in my stomach. 
 
 “ There ’ s… There ’ s something we need to talk about. ” I said, after clearing my throat. I wrapped her hand in mine. She looked into my eyes, and a look of worry spread across her face. 
 
 “ What… What is it? ” She asked, her voice a little shaky. 
 
 “ It ’ s about… It ’ s about something that happened before we met. ” 
 
 Her eyes widened a little, and I pressed on. 
 “ There were some… well, maybe some recent things that have happened… Maybe the fortune we ’ ve had… I mean… Maybe someone outside of our families is responsible for it. ” 
 
 “ How do you know? ” She asked, placing a hand on my chest. My heart was broken, but I needed her to know what I ’ d done. 
 
 “ It ’ s just… Do you believe in magick? Like, dark magicks? ” She covered her mouth, and her gaze fell to something behind me. The candle blew out, and a flash of lightning shot light through the open blinds. I caught the silhouette of a woman as I spun around to look. Oh fuck, she ’ s already here. 
 
 The room was filled with a dark blue light emanating from the lamps and light fixtures in the room. The whole house seemed like it was trembling in the wake of her-wait a minute, who the fuck was that? 
 
 “ No! Not yet! I needed more time! ” My wife shouted, gripping me tightly. 
 
 “ It is I Brenda! The Swamp Witch Ealaa! ” The witch shrieked with laughter and the wooden frame of the bed vibrated as she spoke her name. “ I ’ m here for what was promised of me! ” Brenda collapsed into tears and cries of fear. 
 
 “ Ealaa? But, I didn ’ t make a deal with you. ” I muttered, confused and afraid. 
 
 Brenda grabbed at my shirt, “ I made a deal… I told her she could have my first born child if we had good fortune in life… I didn ’ t think this would all happen so fast. ” 
 I was stunned. 
 
 The witch gestured for us to get up and take us to the bedroom. I awkwardly helped my wife to her feet and began to walk down the long hallway to my son ’ s bedroom. A dim orange light shimmered through the crack under the door. A quiet voice could be heard, and the witch, Brenda, and I stood quietly and listened. 
 
 “ Shh, hush now my sweet. All will be well, I ’ ll take you far away from here. ” 
 I kicked the door open, and the shape contorted and spun around with the child in its arms. 
 
 “ Michael! It is I, Mirriam- Wait, who is that bitch? ” The witch demanded, pointing a finger at the other crone standing in the open doorway. 
 
 “ Mirriam! You whore! Trying to horn in on my first born contract! ” Ealaa shrieked, sending a shock of lightning through the air. Mirriam batted it away. 
 
 I grabbed Brenda and pulled her aside, there was nothing we could do but let the witches fight it out over our child. 
 
 The witches shrieked, and began to shapeshift into various creatures. I saw serpents with two heads, massive spiders, trolls, goblins, warriors, lions, wolves, it seemed that the fight would never end. It felt like there was an earthquake, but I knew it was just the power of the witches. 
 
 They finally quieted down and each one held a hand out with their palm facing upward. The other hand they balled into a fist and slammed it down into their palm three times. Each of these times they said a different word in unison. First “ Stone ”, then “ Parchment ”, and finally “ Shear ”. Then with a sickening crack they slammed their hands down and each made a specific shape. Ealaa Held out two fingers in the shape of a sideways peace sign, while Miriam kept her hand in a tight fist. There was a deathly silence, and Ealaa groaned. 
 
 Mirriam Cackled, and grabbed the child. 
 
 “ See ya, bitch! ” She laughed, and exploded into a ball of fire and light. 
 
 Ealaa turned slowly and gazed at my wife and I. She muttered only a few words, “ I ’ ll come for the next one. Assholes. ” She faded slowly out of existence and it seemed like the world around us came back to life. My wife was practically a puddle in my arms. 
 
 Anyways, to make a long story short that ’ s why I want a vasectomy, Doc. 

