In the remote village of Blackwood, there was a tale that mothers whispered to their children on stormy nights—a tale of the Grinning Witch. Her name had been lost to time, but her image was etched into the minds of those who had dared to venture into the dark woods where she was said to dwell.
The story went that long ago, a woman had been accused of witchcraft by the villagers. They said she consorted with dark forces, her beauty masking the evil that lurked beneath her skin. One fateful night, the villagers decided to put an end to her wickedness. They stormed her cottage, dragging her out into the cold night. Despite her protests, they bound her and set her ablaze, her screams echoing through the forest as the flames consumed her.