And her skin whispered words when he touched her, terrible words, and he stumbled backwards as he read them, unsettled, exposed. The words spoke to him, gentle, careful, but then they became louder, haunting, a babble of voices. He couldn't differentiate them from one another anymore, wouldn't understand what they said. He pressed his hands onto his ears and ran away, far away from these words, this terrifying woman, the witch and her questionable magic. - excerpt from a story I'll never write