In the deep south of the United States, back where the willows sway, the gators roam, and the eerie mist of the swamp swirls, lives a woman of an unknown age. She is old, but no one dares ask her how old lest they end up a toad or frog. Locals just refer to her as the witch of the swamp; some call her the swamp witch. She can be a friendly sort or, if crossed, a deadly spellcaster. If you don't believe, just ask the voice...

Bobby exclaimed, "What witch, Sugar Bear? Please tell Ol Bobby you ain't talkin' bouts da Sumpfheke?" Daisy Mae sighed, saying, "Apparently I am." Bobby, looking scared, said, Oh, Baby Jesus, what did ya do?" Daisy Mae wasn't sure if she did anything, but she ignored that stupid note. Even though she was born and raised in this parish, she didn't really believe in all the folklore. Acadian legends can be a powerful force...

The people around the bayou were talking about how quiet the bayou has been since the big storm. The wailing had stopped. The wisps were no longer visible. The sawgrass was still, and the Swamp Witch wasn't answering their calls. The bayou folks were starting to worry that the Swamp Witch was no more. Daisy Mae heard all the whispers; she heard all the calls for assistance. People would tremble in fear if they knew what h...