Once upon a chilling Halloween night, there lived a widely feared witch, Agatha. She was notorious for her spellbinding potions and her eerie cackles that could be heard echoing through her dilapidated mansion.
The night was filled with horrifying displays as mortals meandered about in hair-raising costumes. Agatha, however, remained secluded in her dimly lit quarters, brewing her notorious Halloween potion.
As the cauldron bubbled menacingly, she threw in a piece of dragon scale, a glob of giant slug slime, and the heart of a vampire bat. The potion sizzled and hissed, a sure sign it was ready.
She took a sip, awaiting the surge of energy; instead, she felt rather peculiar. She looked in her magic mirror and to her surprise, saw a stunning young lady on the brink of her prime.
With a gasp, she realized the dragon scale was fake! A mortal had tricked her with a sales pitch about weight loss and anti-aging benefits. Now, she was stuck looking… normal! Even her cackle had changed to a melodious laugh!
And so it turned out, the dreadful witch discovered vanity and immersed herself in being the best version of herself. She turned out to be quite likable, giving Halloween a whole new meaning in her town. The irony of it all — Agatha was bewitched!