The Fire Witch

Supernatural Stories | Aug 25, 2013 | 4 min read
8 Votes, average: 4 out of 5

Tiptonia, Indiana- 1894. Gwen Halmuth, the daughter of Reverend Halmuth, was sheltered for most of her twenty six years on this earth. The religious constraints her father had put upon her made her life unbearable. She was trapped in the middle of guilt and curiosity. At night before bed she would let down her long black hair in front of her mirror and unbutton her dismal grey up to the neck dress. Her hands would venture onto to the landscape of her body touching in forbidden areas. Entranced by uncontrollable feelings of sensuality along with her beautiful and stunning milk white face staring back at her in the mirror, she would lose herself in a world of lambs breath pleasure on a nightly basis, yet be devoured by guilt roaring lions in her sleep. One day as Gwen scrubbed her father's shirts furiously on a washboard in the heat of the sun, her younger brother fourteen year old Jonah sat by her side. His voice was small and confused sounding as her talked to her. He asked her why she didn't believe the words their father spoke at the Sunday sermon. Her response to him was that they should runaway together and leave their father and his congregation behind and let them drown in their own lies and mad talk of the end of days. Jonah held his head down feeling torn and more confused by the love he had for his sister and wanting to make his Father proud. Then, one hot summer afternoon in the woods behind Gwen's small wooden shack of a house, her tongue slid out of her like a snake in heat, inserting itself into the mouth of the boy she would always bashfully smile at during her Father's Sunday sermon. Reverend Halmuths growing suspicions of his daughter's desires came to full light as he watched from behind a large oak tree; his teeth grinding together in mad hate and anger of Gwen's actions. The horror unfolded…..


Her Father saw her in the woods

Her lips upon the boy she loved

Loved with all her heart

Loved more than her Father's God

God ruled the Halmuth family

God wrought cold insanity

Insanity ensued later that night

Insanity in Gwen's eyes white hell fright

Fright from her father's cult

Fright of what they would do to her

Her brother Jonah swung that shovel

Her face met the Indiana dirt

Dirt was what she was her father said

Dirt in her mind now she bled

Bled from her head

Bled all over

Over was the fun in the woods

Over and under now she's bound

Bound to the table with chains tight

Bound to die this very night

Night sky ablaze flames go higher

Night terror screams Gwen's on fire

Fire all over her body

Fire engulfs her face

Face and mouth melted by hot chains

Face burnt ungodly pain

Pain in her heart of what her father's done

Pain Reverend Halmuth he feels none

None mourn this brutal death

None care of Gwen's last breath

Breath black and haunting rises from her mouth

Breathe of the devil in her father's thoughts

Thoughts of terror just days later

Thoughts turned horror black at the sight

Sight of Reverned Halmuths daughter

Sight of her flying high under flaming barns

Barns set on fire by the dark haired ghost

Barns holding the fearful cult members

Members who spoke of the end of days

Members who held the word of Reverend Halmuth

Halmuth now trapped in his blazing church

Halmuth suspended by Gwen's hellish entity

Entity holding a crucifix of fire

Entity full of rage

Rage induced crucifix cutting off arms and legs

Rage by crucifix impaled rectum revenge

Revenge bleeding out Rev. Halmuth's innards and insanity

Revenge complete

Complete…

Insanity…

The surviving members of Reverend Halmuth's congregation stumbled around the surrounding farmland, dazed and bewildered by the death of their leader. Some wept themselves insane vowing by God they could hear Gwen screaming in the hot summer wind just as she did when her Father set her on fire, while others fled the land screaming wildly "Gwen the fire witch". Others took the lives of their children, slashing their throats leaving small bloody mounds throughout rolling green pastures and wheat fields. To this day some still believe they can hear Gwen screaming in the wind. Although some say she isn't screaming…..but laughing.


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