The extraordinary witch and her special potion no one have ever heard of.

It was the night of Halloween. All the creatures that otherwise would do not-so-good deeds were having a break. This was the only night when they were leaving ordinary people act like monsters. Or at least dress like some.

The Devil has decided to host a special event to celebrate the only day off in a whole year and his special guests were Frankenstein, Mr Wolverine and A-milly-ah, the strangest witch that can ever exist. Everyone was around the table in the Haunted house Cafè, except for her. She was always late.

Usually the reason was that she was always experimenting with various potions and was losing track of time. The spooky caldron was her passion and hours were flying so quickly when she was inventing and trying new recipes.

Door slamming fiercely…

-Please excuse me for being late, I mean, you know me… One hour is still very accurate for me.

The others looked her without understanding much. They all were the type of creatures that are never late, more than 5 minutes. But because it was their day off, the decision was not to make a big problem for this situation.

-Look! This is my brand new potion! You’ll never guess what’s the effect of it. Here, here let’s try it! Waiter, can I have three coffee cups, please?

The others looked her without understanding much. Even a kid would easily see how many of them were around the table and would know something was wrong.

-Don’t look at me like this… I’ve already tasted this and it’s amazing! You’ll be happy with the results!

Happy? Are the monsters really supposed to be happy?

-This is a coffee based potion! No one ever brewed something like this. It will be award winning on the World witches’ conference!

The liquid poured into the three cups. The aroma was very complex, but pleasurable. Coffee notes were blending with some vanilla and cinnamon spiciness. Greenish mist was floating in the air over the potion.

-You are supposed to drink this in one sip! No cheating, please!

slurp, slurp, slurp…

A-milly-ah passed a blood shot to the werewolf… he seemed to be disgusted.

-C’mon, drink it!

After having this, he instantly rushed into the restroom…

Next on the table was Frankenstein… She passed him a little white mouse.

-You want to kill this pest? Ah?

Frankenstein looked with tears in his eyes. He couldn’t stand the cuteness of this little creature. He couldn’t do anything bad to it. It was not in his nature anymore.

-What did you do to us?!?! I’m not the same anymore…

A-milly-ah looked towards the Devil. It was his turn… He looked terrified. She put her hand in the spooky bag on the table. This exact moment the Devil disappeared in a cloud of mist. He didn’t know what had happened to him and didn’t want to understand at all. A-milly-ah’s potion has made all of the scary monsters good.

-He-he-he… Heeee-he-he!

This was the laughter of victory. A-milly-ah was not the conventional witch. She was the witch, fighting towards the evil spirits. And the three guys learned this the hard way. The witch picked her possessions in the patched spooky bag and disappeared in the same manner that she came inside.

The world was at least a bit better place now.