The House of the Witch & Fire Creek
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What is the premise of 'The House of the Witch'?
No. This is Creepy. A podcast dedicated to sharing the most famous, chilling, and disturbing creepypastas and urban legends in the world. Whether these stories truly happened or are simply fabrications is for you to decide. These stories may contain graphic depictions of violence and explicit language. Listener discretion is advised. Hey, y'all. Before we get to this week's stories, I just wanted to officially bid adieu to our longtime artist Dakota Miller, who's stepping away from the show to work on some new projects. Dakota's been a fixture on this show for the last eight years. All of the artwork you've seen from the regular episodes to Creepway Camp to the 31 Days of Horror Art, they're all the creation of Dakota.
We've loved having him a part of the team and wish him nothing but luck on all of his future projects. Meanwhile, the horror goes on. First up, from writer Stephen Howard and narrated by Alicia Atkins, Creepy presents The House of the Witch.
At first light, Ada enters the threshold of the forest, adjusting the strap of her heavy satchel to negate the weight digging into her shoulder. Birdsong cuts out. The smell of morning dew reminds her of happier springtimes. Crows erupt from their hiding places among the branches, cawing as they take to the sky. On the ground, the air is thick and earthy, the darkness eased only by slashes of heavenly light. Already, Ada hears the padded footsteps of her assailant, It has stalked her through the night. She rubs at the shadows beneath her eyes, runs a finger and thumb over the locket hanging from a chain around her neck, and marches on. The trees are old and gnarled. They whisper of Ada's arrival, carry messages through the forest onto expectant, excitable ears.
This forest, so remote, with mountains cloaked in mist only faintly visible on the horizon… is a living, breathing entity, and its life is given by the one who lives here, has always lived here. Ada opens her satchel, takes out a slab of meat, and drops it on the floor. She marches on. Beneath her feet snake roots, though Ada's converse-covered feet glide over them as if carried by tiny wings. She stops and bends down, runs her fingers through the dirt, breathes in its earthy taste. She smiles, though a tear escapes her hazel eye, and thinks of her sister, thinks of her sister hopping from root to root among the trees of the woods near their home, insisting only the left foot can land on a root, else they writhe to life and pull you underground.
Her sister lost to her, something Ada knows now for certain. She rises, and a sharp wind throws back her thick hair, nicks at her skin like hailstones. But she stands strong. Nothing will deter her. Not those padded footsteps slinking between the trees, nor the wet, guttural breaths of her hungry stalker. The forest pushes her back, but the creature shepherds her forwards. She takes another slab of meat from her bag and tosses it between the silver birches to her right, then marches on. The yawning of the trees makes her eyes heavy, but she pinches her cheeks and ignores their sleep-inducing effects. Up ahead, there is a clearing. She steps through it, light swallowing her, silence engulfing her, as if tumbling into the stomach of a giant sea beast.
There is the house. A log cabin, smoke puffing from the chimney spout, which pokes out of the thatched roof. Atop the ridge sits the crows, their unblinking eyes on Ada. but she ignores them. What catches her eyes are the thin sticks, the length of javelins, jammed into the ground in a circle around the building. Like the sticks, she remembers her sister placing in specific patterns around their home to ward off intruders, all under the instruction of their grandmother. But these sticks around the log cabin are different, drawing their power from the ground into which they're driven, and from what hangs around their necks. Tied by string to the top of each stick is an item of clothing. Ada grasps the locket around her neck and opens it.
What themes are explored in 'The House of the Witch'?
She holds it before her, looks past it, then back to the locket.
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