31 Scary Story Nights: October 3rd “Swamp Witch”

Welcome again readers to my series of 31 scary stories!  Our countdown to Halloween is in full swing, and our last two tales were chilling to say the least!  Tonight’s selection is slightly different.  Swamp Witch isn’t a traditional story.  In fact, it’s not necessarily a regular story at all.  It is in fact a song.

Written by Jim Stafford in 1974, Swamp Witch‘s lyrics tell the story of Hattie the Swamp Witch and her effect on one small town out in the bayou.  The lyrics work well as a stand alone poem that can be read aloud as a story, and I hope you and your family enjoys it as much as I do!  As a bonus, however, I’ll place a for the song before the lyrics!  There’s just something about Stafford’s delivery that makes the song even creepier…

Let’s take a trip to the bayou together!

***Writer’s Note:  We here at iHorror are big proponents of responsible parenting.  Some of the stories in this series may be too much for your little ones.  Please read ahead and decide if your kids can handle this story!  If not, find another story for tonight or simply come back to see us tomorrow.  In other words, don’t blame me for your kids nightmares!***

Swamp Witch music and lyrics by Jim Stafford (1974)

Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl.
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall.
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An’ all of them watching you.
Stay off the track to Hattie’s Shack in the back of the Black Bayou.Way up the road from Hattie’s Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town.
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down.
Rumors of what she’d done, rumors of what she’d do,
Kept folks off the track of Hattie’s shack
In the back of the Black Bayou.

One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed.
Skeeters and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go.
Some say the plague was brought by Hattie
There was talk of a hangin’ too.
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black bayou.

Early one morn ‘tween dark and dawn when shadows filled the sky
There came an unseen caller on a town where hope run dry.
In the square there was found a big black round
Vat full of gurgling brew.
Whispering sounds as the folk gathered round
“It came from the Black Bayou.”

There ain’t much pride when you’re trapped inside
A slowly sinkin’ ship.
Scooped up the liquid deep and green
And the whole town took a sip.
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue.
Let’s thank old Hattie for savin’ our town.
We’ll fetch her from the Black Bayou.

Party of ten of the town’s best men headed for Hattie’s Shack.
Said Swamp Witch magic was useful and good
And they’re gonna bring Hattie back.
Never found Hattie and they never found the shack
Never made the trip back in.
There was a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said don’t come lookin’ again.


Well, then…what do you think readers?  It doesn’t get much creepier than that!

Join us again tomorrow for the next installment of 31 Scary Story Nights here at iHorror!