THE EVIL WOMAN

THE EVIL WOMAN In the quiet village of Erewin, people spoke in whispers whenever night fell. Not because of the darkness,

but because of the woman who lived at the edge of the forest — Mariel. They called her many names: the witch, the shadow bearer, the evil woman. But none dared say it loud enough for the wind to carry. Mariel was beautiful in a way that made the heart uneasy. Her long black hair flowed like a river of shadows, her eyes glowed with a strange knowing, and her smile — sharp and slow — could chill the bones of even the bravest hunter. She lived alone in a crooked old house that seemed to exhale darkness. No one knew where she came from. She simply appeared one stormy night many years ago, walking out of the forest barefoot, with a silver pendant glowing on her neck. Some said she was cursed. Others believed she was the curse. Children were warned: “If you wander too far, the evil woman will find you.” But one evening, something strange happened. Animals began disappearing. Chickens vanished from locked coops, dogs ran into the forest and never returned, and the night birds stopped singing altogether. Fear grew like a disease. People blamed Mariel, of course — fear always needs a face. A group of villagers decided to confront her. Torches in hand, they marched to her house. But when they reached the doorway, the air grew thick and heavy, as if unseen eyes watched from all directions. Mariel stepped out quietly, her hands folded calmly, a smile stretching across her pale face. “I know why you’ve come,” she said softly. “But the darkness you fear… did not come from me.” As she spoke, a cold wind roared through the trees. Something moved behind the villagers — something large, something that growled. Panic exploded. Torches dropped. Screams followed. When the terror finally passed and the villagers opened their eyes, the creature was gone. The forest was silent. And Mariel stood alone, untouched. She looked at them with a chilling calm. “Now you understand,” she whispered. “There are worse things in these woods than an evil woman.” From that night onward, no one bothered her again. But sometimes, late at night, people still see a figure standing at the edge of the forest — long black hair, glowing eyes, and a smile that knows more than it says. Whether she protects the village… or watches it… no one really knows. But they still call her the same name. The Evil Like and subscribe for part 2