"I told you, boy, you ain't to go to Black Swamp -- nothin' good could ever come of it... That black water runs with blood -- and if you ain't careful, it'll be yours."
"My grandaddy always said that they was witches up'on'na mountain and down in them sticks is where they'da work they magic. Up'ntil fitty years ago, them sticks was dry as a bone 'til them witches brought wit'em that black water..."

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