Short story with a twist. Hope you like it.

Elizabeth stood in her kitchen reading a cookery book while leaning on the work surface. It was a very modern one, light and airy with plenty of room to move about. Chrome everywhere, shimmering and shining, like moonlight on a cold night. All around the kitchen were pots and jars places on shelves that were fixed on to clean white walls. She when to the hob and turned it on to full, then turned to …

…about that week. "Before the night is over, Before the day is through, Whatever you've done to others Will come right back home to you. As I weave my magic spell, Bring mine enemy 3 nights of hell. Candle black that shows no light Bring him pains of flesh tonight. Duke of Darkness, escort him to Hell, To mine enemy I bid farewell. When 2 nights have all but passed You may make him well at last."