Woods of Withern

Supernatural Stories | Jan 5, 2015 | 2 min read
12 Votes, average: 2 out of 5
There was once an old woman named Withern. She was a witch...a wise one too and with her power, she helped people with disabilities and injuries. She was loved by everyone it seemed until one day, a boy killed her dog...a boy that lived in the village that sheltered so many of whom she healed. she was enraged at the boy and became evil at this point at which her heart hardened to stone. "Putrid little creature...may the murderous and monstrous murder's of curse fall on you till you rot in the grounds and crypts of horror on this tainted earth" said Withern. The boy ran back to his village although he had already been cursed by a curse of curses, the curse of the murder...although this was no normal group of crows, blood flowed form their eyes and dripped from their beaks...the boy eventually died of a sickness that nobody was aware of and they instantly blamed Withern for his death. They entered Witherns woods and approached her home with torches and blades of many.

They then heard Withern call from the cabin. "To whom ever enters my woods...may a swarm of depression and suicide curse your family with the spilling of the blood of the weak and may psychotic and homicidal intent curse the so called clean souls of the mothers and fathers to spill the blood of the innocent and powerless...woe to anyone who enters the woods of withern" said Withern. The villagers killed Withern and nailed her body to a cross by her cabin to imprison her with a holy object, but it was too late for when they returned to their village...they were plagued by all that withern said would curse them. The ones who gave in to the grief that fell on their village spilled their blood on the cold dirt floor and those who did not give in were possessed by psychotic intent and went mad and spilled the blood of the weak as withern said would happen, Mothers and Fathers spilled the blood of the weak and powerless including...their own blood, their beloved and even their own children and forever withern stays nailed to her cross that imprisons her being in her beloved woods of withern.

They say people still go into those woods...bt no whom ever returns is only a carcass of their former selves. They say that on the borders of the forest that you can still hear her laughing in happiness of what she had done to those people whom she felt were only good enough to be eaten by worms and pecked clean by the hordes of crows that covered that place she lived...that place of curse...that place of hopelessness, the place she so dearly loved enough to curse anyone who plagued her sight with their footsteps in her grounds. Woe to those whom ever enter the woods of withern.

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Ashtitan05 Apr 3, 2017

I loved this one! 5 Stars

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