- You do not understand, she was a witch!
- I mean bitchy?
- No, no! Real witch! Which cost nothing snap your fingers and your neck with a sickening crunch turn a hundred and eighty degrees!
- What are you talking about? And what else could she?
- One of our neighbor's dog trample all dahlias my wife. The next day, the dog died, spitting out his mouth bloody mix.
- And do you think was to blame your wife?
- I do not think - I am absolutely sure of it! Listen, if you're so skeptical ...
- Oh, no, go ahead. I listen and write it down.
- Hmm ... well ... What was I saying?
- Tell me, how long have you found out that your wife is a witch?
- At first, it was just wonderful. Honey, raised and educated. I was just happy. We got married, went on a vacation together. And then I started to notice some strange ...
- What is it? More detail ...
- Well, in our house began to appear different scented oils and roots. Any dried herbs. His wife said it was a special healing concoctions. I believed her. In the evening she would sit for hours, making decomposed on the cards "Taro" and said here that this is only an innocent hobby. But all this was not so harmless ...
- Yes? For example?
- The nightmare began about six months ago. I was on a night out well ... well, I drank a lot. When I returned home, his wife was waiting for me ... she already knew. It was awful! Her eyes ... I like the current proshiblo, and then she waved her hand dramatically and I flipped into the air. I remember how to hit back against the coffee table, I remember how I was seized with fear. I just sat there and looked at her with wide eyes. His wife then told me that if I once again afford it, it will make my life hell ... and you know ... I am the devil, believe me! Now she knows every step I always sits with its layout and learn all she needed from these stupid cards. I feel that a little more and I'll have to run away, but I doubt that I will not find it.
- How did you decide to come here? What if your wife finds out that you were me? - Asked the psychologist.
- She does not know I'm here. This morning, she began a severe headache and she went to her mother in the village.
- Yes ... well turned out ... What a sly dog you, dear ...
Middle-aged man, with a thin emaciated face in horror pressed himself in a chair, watching the white-haired psychologist, slowly turns into his wife - a redhead attractive woman. Looking at in amazement - the frightened face of her husband she smugly laughed, throwing his head back.
- I did not expect, dear?
- How did you get here?
- Doctor kindly provided me with his office.
The woman waved her hand carelessly, opened the closet door, across the room and onto the floor with a thud fell body psychologist. Neck man had collapsed at an unnatural angle.
- You ... You killed him! Now, apparently, you kill me?
- Oh, no, my dear, for you I made something better ...
The witch was sitting at the kitchen table and slowly laying out the old, time-worn map. Suddenly, something stirred in a small bird cage, standing in the middle of the table. The witch smiled contentedly as he watched a tiny twig cells grabbed the handle of her husband.
- You're awake, dear? Now-you can not escape. A-ha.