Should you trust an old witch hag that lives out in the swamp? Probably not.
Should you go with her on a night jaunt through the holler graveyard — the one where they bury the kin they's ashamed of? Nope. Nope in every available direction.
But grief will walk a man anywhere, and this one has been chewing the same wish since the funeral, and she has got a patch out back where a wish like that comes up out of the dirt on a vine.
It's what you wanted, she tells him. And it is. That's the horrible part.
One demon of revenge, one pile of dead teenagers... welcome to pumpkin pickin' with granny.
