Story - 1:

It was a dark, moonless night. The kind of night that made even the bravest of men quiver with fear. But the men who ventured into the forest tonight were not afraid. They were the witch hunters. 

They had been tracking the witches for days, and they were finally closing in on them. The witches were holed up in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, and the hunters had surrounded them.

 Now, it was just a matter of waiting for the witches to come out. The hunters knew that the witches would not be able to resist the temptation to come out and play on a night like this.

 Sure enough, after a few hours, the witches came out of their hiding place. They were laughing and cackling, and they looked like they were up to no good.

 The witch hunters sprang into action. They began to shoot at the witches with their silver bullets, and soon, the witches were screaming in pain. 

The hunters continued to shoot at the witches until they were all dead. Then, they went into the clearing to make sure that there were no more witches hiding there. 

It was a gruesome sight. The witches had been killed in a very brutal way. Their bodies were mangled and bloodied, and their faces were contorted in pain. 

The witch hunters had done their job, but it was not a job that they enjoyed. It was a job that had to be done, but it was not something that they took pride in. 

The only thing that they could take pride in was the fact that they had protected their village from the witches. And that was all that mattered. 

Story - 2:

It was a dark and stormy night. The kind of night that made you feel like you were being watched. The kind of night that made you feel like something was out there, waiting to get you. 

The witch hunters had been tracking a group of witches for days. They were getting close. They could feel it. 

They entered the forest, and immediately the hair on the back of their necks stood up. There was something in the air. Something evil. 

The witches were waiting for them. Hidden in the shadows. Watching.The hunters didn’t stand a chance.They were ripped apart. Torn limb from limb. Their screams echoed through the night, until they were finally silenced. 

The only sound that was left was the sound of the witches laughing. 

It was a terrifying night. A night that the witch hunters would never forget.