Do you believe in witches?
Careful! The history of the Craft is one of persecution – and this is a tale you won’t have heard afore for there’s none left alive to tattle.
I’m the wisest woman in Pendle, as old as the hill. Listen up when the wind whips the mist off the cairn and you may catch me howling.
I’ll tell you all about the blackest o’ magic, if you walk with me yonder on the dark side of the ridge, and if you cross my palm with silver.
But enter this realm with caution – you can never return to the time of not knowing . . .