The Witch | Short Horror Film

Once in a small forgotten village near the west coast of Ireland, there lived a witch named Morwainh. The villagers dreaded nightfall, for this was when they'd hear Morwainh’s sinister cries as she began her nocturnal hunt. Each night, as the moon cast an eerie glow on the village Morwainh would mount her crooked broomstick adorned with twisted vines and feathers from mysterious creatures. The creaking of her broom was the only sound that could be heard as she soared through the night sky, her

silhouette weaving through the mist. Legend has it that Morwainh sought out those who dared to venture outside after sundown. The village elders warned children never to stray too far from their homes. The witches hunger for prey was insatiable. They spoke of her eyes, glowing like embers in the darkness, and her malevolent laughter that chilled the bravest hearts. One misty night Mary, a teenager from the village, decided to challenge the superstitions. She left her home and wandered into th

e depths of the mist. Unbeknownst to her, Morwainh had sensed her presence from afar. As Mary walked, a cold wind whispered warnings in her ears. She heard faint echoes of Morwainh’s cackles, growing closer with every step. Panic set in as Mary realised the gravity of her mistake. But it was too late. Morwainh, riding her broomstick with an otherworldly grace, descended upon Mary like a shadow. The young girl felt an icy grip, tightening around her heart as she caught sight of the witch's eyes g

lowing with an unholy light. Mary's breath caught in her throat as Morwainh’s haunting laughter enveloped her. The villagers, awakened by Mary's terrified screams, ran to their windows and peered outside. They witnessed the silhouette of the witch and her broomstick spiraling into the night sky, leaving behind an ominous aura. Poor Mary was never seen again, and the village, haunted by the memory of that night enforced a strict curfew after sunset. To this day, the legend of Morwainh, the witch

on her broomstick lingers in the whispers of the wind, a cautionary tale for those who dare to challenge the darkness that prowls the edges of this ancient land.