After the subway stopped Hӓnsel, Grethel, and their stepmother got into the nearest cab and continued to their destination. As the taxi drove Grethel noticed that they had been driving for a very long time down this constantly curvy road, she searched the recesses of her memory trying to no avail to find any memory of their quickly approaching destination. After arriving at the dress shop located in the small rundown town, the children’s step mother instructed that they stay outside on the stores front steps while she quickly went in for her dress. As the hours ticked on the children remained on the steps waiting as the night became dark, and the shops began closing, the realization that their stepmother had abandoned them sorrowfully sunk in. Sitting alone in the cold city street, the pair decided that they needed to find a way home no matter …show more content…
Grethel panicked and ran out to the hallway calling his name, as she made her way down the hall she heard voices, so she became quiet and crept closer to hear what was going on. Although it was difficult to hear what was being said through the closed door at the end of the hallway, Grethel was able to hear Hӓnsel’s sobs and the laugh of the elderly woman. Scared Grethel ran to hide in the room closest to her. As Grethel closed the door of the small room she was horrified as she turned around to see shelves full of potions, children’s heads in jars, various knifes, saws, hanging meat hooks, and the scariest of all, a blazing oven so large it could only be used to cook children. Before Grethel could get the chance to run, the old woman hobbled into the room dragging a tied up Hӓnsel behind her. Shoving Hӓnsel into a large pot full of various spices and stocks, the old woman smiled a toothy smile and let out a cackling laugh. When the old woman opened the oven to check the temperature, Grethel knew she had to do something quick. Grethel ran out from her hiding spot, towards the woman and shoved the old lady into the oven with all of her might. The old witch howled and fraught as the heat touched her skin, but she was no match for Grethel who slammed the oven door shut and locked the screaming woman in the fiery oven. Quickly Grethel ran over and