"The Witch" by jimmy_djovack

They said she was a witch. At least, that's what the Doctor Phillips had heard. He wasn't aware that they had found a supernatural being. He was just aware that this supposed supernatural being was a little eight-year-old girl. Or… It that just looked like one. It had greenish gray eyes, according to reports. And now Dr. Phillips was waiting, at his office, located on the underground of the first building, for his turn to examine the subject.
He looked at the little egg-shaped mirror on the back wall and observed the black circles that grew around his eyes. He was tired. He hadn't been sleeping for four days in a row, always thinking about the faces of the people who he worked with. But they were anormal dreams: he dreamed about death, about ruins. He saw enormous flames and heard screams, loud and distorted screams of desolation. Could it be connected to anything in particular? Or… Anything at all?
"Shit", he thought. "Maybe now it's my turn to go insane". Because, well… it was understandable, isn't it? After living so many years amongst the nightmares that resided in that facility, it was almost invitable to members of the staff turn batshit crazy from one moment to another. This had already happened dozens of times. The most recent case was his assistant, Cleetus, that panicked after one contact with SCP-049. He was frightened.
"Well, I'm better off on my own, anyways", pondered.
But… Could it be that things have finally grown over to his head?
But nothing was impossible. They found a witch.
Or, at least, a little eight-year-old witch.