Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

We bring you the witch's tale,

written and produced by Alonzo Dean Cole. And now let us join old Nancy, and Satan, her wise black cat. Honour and 17-year-old I be today.

Yes, sir, Hannah and 17-year-old.

We'll say, then.

If these folks are just douse out their lights,

we'll spin another of our little bedtime

stories to roam their night's rest. That's right. Nice and dark and careful now. Draw up to the fire

and gaze into them, gaze into them deep, and soon you'll see an island in the center of a lake

in Michigan. Not so long ago the red Indians owned that land out there and worship the spirits

of its waters and its skies.

And there's what we're going to hear about tonight.

The spirits of the lake.

The spirits of the lake. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Those filthy Indians intend to keep that racket going all night?

Surely their chanting doesn't annoy you, dear.

I was just thinking how weirdly beautiful it sounded coming across the water.

Beautiful.

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