Wicked Fairytales

Fairytales aren't as nice as they seem. A happy ending isn't exactly what you think of. Here are the TRUE fairytales of Jamaa.

Rapunzel
Once Upon a Time, in a forest far far away, there was a tower deep in the woods. It had no doors or stairs or windows, no way inside- except for Rapunzel's hair. Rapunzel was a beautiful girl with long hair, long enchanted hair. What would she be doing in a filthy tower? The witch. Rapunzel was once a little girl, and was wandering through the forest, picking flowers for her sister's wedding.

Rapunzel saw a bird- the witch's pet. She followed it and found the cursed witch's tower. So Rapunzel followed the bird but couldn't find a way into the tower. Rapunzel knocked, but there were no doors. Rapunzel climbed, but there were no windows or stairs. And inside, the witch was trapped.

"Rapunzel," she whispered. "Y-Yes?" "Rapunzel," the witch whispered again. "Y-yes?" From inside the tower, the witch created an illusion- stairs. Rapunzel climbed up the stairs and found the witch in the form of a young girl- one that looked like her sister. "Columbia? Is that you?" Then the witch turned around. Her face was horrible- pale gray with black eyes and scars and wrinkles all over, her black hair under her dusty gray hood. "AAH!!" Rapunzel screamed and tried to run, but the witch's hair was like a limb- it curled around her arm and she couldn't run. It strangled her feet. Rapunzel kicked but it wouldn't get off. "Mother! Father! HELP ME!" The witch's hair curled around her throat and she couldn't speak. The hair pulled her toward the witch, and let go when she sat at the witch's feet.