Everyone knew Esmeralda was the worst witch at the age play con. She was elusive, sticking largely to the shadows. All weekend, she would capture littles in conversation and then quickly steal them away to her lair. They returned with little memory of what had happened.
Then, on the last night of the convention, she suddenly appeared on the con floor. After a moment of silence- once she ensured that all eyes were on her- she reached into her dark cloak and pulled out an object. Those close by could see it was a small, wooden flute. She put it to her mouth and played a long, haunting note.
Suddenly, littles all over the hall stood up and turned towards her. As she turned around to leave the floor, she began to play a tune.
As if in a dream, those same boys and girls found themselves dreamily sleepwalking behind her.
The crowd helplessly watched them leave. The convention door slammed behind them.
No one saw the witch or her victims for the rest of the night.