The basement was a graveyard of obsolete tech, a graveyard Elias was currently pillaging. He wiped a thick layer of dust off a generic black external hard drive, its casing sticky with age. Plugging it into his laptop felt like a digital seance. After a few agonizing minutes of clicking and whirring, a window popped open.
The screen flickered to black. The hum of the hard drive died. Elias sat in the dark of his basement, the silence suddenly feeling much heavier than it had before. He reached for the mouse to delete the file, but his hand stopped. SS_WitchyVore112020.wmv
On the floor before her lay a traveler—a prop or a person, it was hard to tell in the grainy footage. The "Witch" began a low, rhythmic chant that seemed to vibrate the very speakers of Elias’s laptop. As the camera zoomed in, the scale of the scene began to shift. Through clever practical effects or perhaps something more unsettling, the Witch appeared to grow, her shadow stretching across the rafters like ink in water. The basement was a graveyard of obsolete tech,
The story within the video unfolded without dialogue. It was a sequence of ritualistic consumption, a metaphorical or literal "devouring" of the interloper who had dared enter her woods. The "Vore" element was handled with a surrealist touch—shadows swallowing light, the traveler being pulled into the depths of the Witch’s velvet cloak until they vanished entirely. After a few agonizing minutes of clicking and
