Blair Bathory

I just remember walking through the dark, drawn like a tide I couldn't resist. She was waiting. Floating just above the surface, her long hair suspended like smoke. Her eyes opened the moment I stepped onto the bank. You heard me, she said. Her voice was low and raw, like something torn from the earth. I whispered. I called for help, she said. No one came.

I just remember walking through the dark, drawn like a tide I couldn't resist. She was waiting. Floating just above the surface, her long hair suspended like smoke. Her eyes opened the moment I stepped onto the bank. You heard me, she said. Her voice was low and raw, like something torn from the earth. I whispered. I called for help, she said. No one came.

I stepped back, cold sweat dripping from my back. Give him back! She reached into the water, something surfaced small, soaked, pale. But it wasn't Nico. It wasn't even real. Just a bundle of cloth and mud like a memory rotted through. I lost my children, she said. rocking in in her arms. So now I find new ones. Ones who hear me. Ones who look. I'm not like you, I said.

I stepped back, cold sweat dripping from my back. Give him back! She reached into the water, something surfaced small, soaked, pale. But it wasn't Nico. It wasn't even real. Just a bundle of cloth and mud like a memory rotted through. I lost my children, she said. rocking in in her arms. So now I find new ones. Ones who hear me. Ones who look. I'm not like you, I said.

I stepped back, cold sweat dripping from my back. Give him back! She reached into the water, something surfaced small, soaked, pale. But it wasn't Nico. It wasn't even real. Just a bundle of cloth and mud like a memory rotted through. I lost my children, she said. rocking in in her arms. So now I find new ones. Ones who hear me. Ones who look. I'm not like you, I said.

But even as I said it, I knew the truth. I have looked. I have listened. And I have followed. Maya still visits the riverbank. She leaves candles, marigolds, sometimes a toy. People say they hear crying during fireworks shows now. like it's woven into the music. Every year, someone goes missing. A child, a teen, someone who turns their head at the wrong time.

But even as I said it, I knew the truth. I have looked. I have listened. And I have followed. Maya still visits the riverbank. She leaves candles, marigolds, sometimes a toy. People say they hear crying during fireworks shows now. like it's woven into the music. Every year, someone goes missing. A child, a teen, someone who turns their head at the wrong time.

But even as I said it, I knew the truth. I have looked. I have listened. And I have followed. Maya still visits the riverbank. She leaves candles, marigolds, sometimes a toy. People say they hear crying during fireworks shows now. like it's woven into the music. Every year, someone goes missing. A child, a teen, someone who turns their head at the wrong time.

They say La Llorona walks the parade route now. They say her cry echoes between the trumpet blast. They say if you hear her too close, it's already too late. And I believe them. Because now, sometimes, I cry too. And sometimes, someone answers. How many disappearances have been explained away just because the truth is too terrifying to consider? Would you be able to recognize a ghost in a crowd?

They say La Llorona walks the parade route now. They say her cry echoes between the trumpet blast. They say if you hear her too close, it's already too late. And I believe them. Because now, sometimes, I cry too. And sometimes, someone answers. How many disappearances have been explained away just because the truth is too terrifying to consider? Would you be able to recognize a ghost in a crowd?

They say La Llorona walks the parade route now. They say her cry echoes between the trumpet blast. They say if you hear her too close, it's already too late. And I believe them. Because now, sometimes, I cry too. And sometimes, someone answers. How many disappearances have been explained away just because the truth is too terrifying to consider? Would you be able to recognize a ghost in a crowd?

Or would she blend in like everyone else until it's too late? Hi, witches. So I am going to start talking to you a little bit more during the podcast, in between the stories, because I want to start getting to know you better. And there's so many things that I have coming up, very exciting things, things that I've been working on for a very long time.

Or would she blend in like everyone else until it's too late? Hi, witches. So I am going to start talking to you a little bit more during the podcast, in between the stories, because I want to start getting to know you better. And there's so many things that I have coming up, very exciting things, things that I've been working on for a very long time.

Or would she blend in like everyone else until it's too late? Hi, witches. So I am going to start talking to you a little bit more during the podcast, in between the stories, because I want to start getting to know you better. And there's so many things that I have coming up, very exciting things, things that I've been working on for a very long time.

And I want to start sharing that with you here. One of the things coming up immediately is I will be going to one of the biggest events in the world, and I can't wait to officially announce it. It will involve some of the biggest horror brands and icons. I also will be announcing a project that I wrote and directed about two years ago, and I finally get to talk about that.

And I want to start sharing that with you here. One of the things coming up immediately is I will be going to one of the biggest events in the world, and I can't wait to officially announce it. It will involve some of the biggest horror brands and icons. I also will be announcing a project that I wrote and directed about two years ago, and I finally get to talk about that.

And I want to start sharing that with you here. One of the things coming up immediately is I will be going to one of the biggest events in the world, and I can't wait to officially announce it. It will involve some of the biggest horror brands and icons. I also will be announcing a project that I wrote and directed about two years ago, and I finally get to talk about that.

So I can't wait to share some of that with y'all. But for now, let's get into our next story. Sometimes childhood memories are unreliable, but sometimes they're spot on and just too terrifying to believe. Like in this story inspired by Delphine. I was little, maybe six, maybe a bit younger.

So I can't wait to share some of that with y'all. But for now, let's get into our next story. Sometimes childhood memories are unreliable, but sometimes they're spot on and just too terrifying to believe. Like in this story inspired by Delphine. I was little, maybe six, maybe a bit younger.

So I can't wait to share some of that with y'all. But for now, let's get into our next story. Sometimes childhood memories are unreliable, but sometimes they're spot on and just too terrifying to believe. Like in this story inspired by Delphine. I was little, maybe six, maybe a bit younger.