Video - Campfire Terror: The Witch of Black Hollow

The campfire's glow flickered, casting long shadows as the wind howled through the trees. Willow's stories always thrilled, but tonight felt different. "The Witch of Black Hollow," she began, her voice quivering. Suddenly, the fire extinguished. A cacophonous cackle echoed, chilling our bones. "Willow?" I whispered, but she was gone. In her place, a twisted figure emerged from the darkness—eyes like voids, skin like decayed parchment. I stumbled back, heart pounding, as she stepped closer, her breath like death. "Join us," she rasped, extending a bony hand. The forest echoed with screams as the witch claimed another soul.