Stabbing Witches

Alcohol, friends, and giving no fucks at 19.

Story

It’s been 5 years, and this is truly one of my best stories to tell. This all happened during the COVID pandemic. While most people stayed at home, I gave no fucks. During this time, school paused for a brief period, and I had nothing better to do than hang out with friends and get fucked up.

It’s three of us. We would go to a forest to party since there was no other place to go. We all lived with our parents, and we couldn’t really throw a party due to COVID. So, a forest it was.

We were near a volcano, and it was winter. To stay warm, we would collect wood and light a fire. We’d dance and sing around the fire like witches ourselves. All night long, we’d tell stories, crack jokes, sneak into schools, and go witch hunting…

Ideas

Now, you may be wondering who the fuck comes up with this kind of shit—“witch hunting?” Yeah, it’s me… Before anyone thinks I’m crazy… well, I am. How do you go about pitching this idea?

It’s around 2 a.m., and we’re bored. We start talking, and out of nowhere, fireballs in the sky show up. In Mexico, there’s a belief that these are witches. I see this and immediately say, “Witches! We should go hunt them down!” My friends laugh, looking at me like I’m crazy. I tell them, “Just think about it. If we stab a witch and bring it back, we’ll look like badasses. If we die, we’ll be seen as the guys who went witch hunting—also badass!” That one simple sentence made us stay up all night.

Stabbing

My friend and I carried knives and multitools, which we used as weapons. We walked for over two hours in the darkness, trying to find them. We found nothing; we were just drunk and tired. We gave up around 5 a.m. We just looked like homeless people wandering around.

We ended up sleeping inside a small abandoned house. It had no windows or doors; it was freezing cold. I had to hug my friend for warmth until 7 a.m. while my other friend slept inside a Coca-Cola container. I walked back home, smelly, covered in dirt, and no witch. Looking back at this, I’d do it again given the oportunity.

I miss those guys…