text: Dylan put Debbie's body in a large holdall that usually held his Christmas Tree and dragged it to the woods. At two in the morning, it was unlikely that anyone would see him, but he had a cover story sorted all the same. He was carrying an old Christmas tree ready to make way for a new one. He worked nightshift and only had the middle of the night to do so. To make the story stand up against any possible police checks, he put branches of the tree around Debbie's body, which was covered in bin liners.
  
  In the woods, he dug a shallow grave in the most remote area, right in the middle. It took him forty-five minutes to walk there and a further hour to dig. There was a creepy atmosphere in the dead of night, with the tree branches rustling in the breeze and several nocturnal animals scurrying, calling, crying, and squeaking. He pushed Debbie's body into the grave and re-covered it with loose dirt. He looked down to his dirty jeans and caught sight of the huge, long bulge down his right trouser leg. Has it got even bigger since Debbie's death? he thought to himself. What is happening to me? When will this end? He cursed his penis. He cursed his former self for making his penis the cause of all his problems. And he cursed the old witch for putting this terrible spell on him. Suddenly, Dylan had a thought. The witch was in these woods! He threw down his spade and ran farther into the dark woods.
  
  He ran without direction for an hour, tripped over old stumps and caught sharp branches across his body, the trees overlooking him like eerie, dark pillars, judging him and tracking him. Suddenly he came across a small white caravan, partly hidden under a dead, fallen tree. The caravan was dirty and old, muddy handprints were stamped all over its battered façade. Dylan ran to the caravan and hammered his fists on the door.
  
  "Come out! Come out, you old witch! What did you do, gypsy? What the fuck did you do to me?"
  
  Suddenly the door swung open. A woman came out. She was young and beautiful. Long dark hair seemed to move and twirl of its own accord around her shoulders. Her skin was milky white and she was dressed in a bright red ballgown. The dress was strapless, exposing her perfect shoulders. Her lips were full and luscious and her eyes sang of beauty.
  
  "You were looking for me?" she said.
  
  "No. I was looking for... the witch."
  
  "The witch! Ha! I take many forms, Dylan Turner."
  
  "It was you."
  
  She raised her delicate hand and moved her fingers lightly. Dylan looked down. He felt a stirring in his trousers. Suddenly his penis broke free and pushed its own way out of his jeans. He looked at the incredible sight in front of him. As the woman moved her hand, the penis was moving with it. She was controlling it. She snapped her fingers and the penis turned to Dylan, snapping at him with its awful ring of teeth. She clicked her fingers again and it fell back to his jeans limply. Still in terrible awe, Dylan tucked it back into his jeans. His mouth gaped open and he began to shake his head.
  
  "But... why?"
  
  "Why? No particular reason. I could see your pain, Dylan. Your stupid egotistical pain. It was running your entire life, heaping misery on you. I wanted to show you. To teach you a lesson. And it was fun. I enjoyed watching you. First the glee, then the ego, then the misery. Tell me, Dylan, what have you learned?"
  
  "You're fucking evil! You're a psycho! I want to take it back! I want to go back."
  
  The witch released a horrible cackle, the same one she had bellowed all those weeks ago. Suddenly her eyes brightened, the whites became larger and the pupils burned into a red fire. Her hair became grey and matted, with bald patches appearing all over her head. The gown fell from her body completely, revealing a bony, haggard torso, completely naked. Her breasts shrivelled and her skin sagged. The woman's nose grew into a hook and large warts appeared on her face. She raised a bony finger and pointed it towards Dylan.
  
  "Go! You Go! The shame will return! The shame. The shame!" She cackled again, a sound that echoed across the desolate woods, rattling through Dylan's head and reverberating across his entire body.
  
  Dylan fled.