The Bare Witch Interviews

After lunch, the three young women set out to film various interviews from the townspeople. Unfortunately, the town historian had come down with a stomach flu, so the three were unable to get her take at the moment. Charlie was on the street as she looked around for the perfect subject, Heather filming all the while.

"Excuse me," Charlie asked a middle-aged couple walking down the street, "my friends and I are filming a documentary, and we were wondering if you can give us a moment of your time?"

"A documentary?" The man asked, "About what?"

"The Bare Witch."

"Oh no..." The man chuckled, "Don't tell me you young ladies actually believe that load of - "

"Ted!" The woman interrupted, shaking her head as she turned to the three women. "Certainly, dear."

A little bit later, Charlie and the woman were standing in front of a telephone pole as Janet called out action, "Action!"

"So, Ma'am," Charlie began, "you have lived here in Bare-Bumsville your entire life?"

"I was born in this town, married in this town, and I plan on dying in this town." The woman said proudly.

"And do you believe in The Bare Witch?"

"Well, I was raised on the legend." The woman said with a shrug, "My grandma would always tell me it everytime she wanted me to behave. But do I believe it? Well, legends have to come from somewhere, right?"

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"It all started around 1930, or maybe it was 1950," an old woman being interviewed said, "women between the ages of eighteen and forty-five would be entering the woods outside of town. Next time people saw them, they were running around town in their birthday suits."

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"Oh, my granddaughter and her friends went into the woods last year for a sorority prank." Another old woman being interviewed said, "My daughter and I had to bail them out after the police picked them up for indecent exposure." The woman chuckled a bit before adding, "Of course, my Veronica has had bladder problems since she was a toddler. She was the only one wearing something when they picked her up, but she was in a diaper that was sopping wet. And it was the ones with the cute, little Care Bear print that I bought for her too. She's nineteen and just loves Care - "

"GRANDMA!" A voice from off camera shouted as a tall, blonde haired woman in her early twenties walked up to her. "I thought I asked you not to bring up that detail when - " The blonde turned to the three other women, her face going scarlet as she saw the camera.

"Please tell me that you three are going to delete this in post." She whimpered.

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"The Bare Witch?!" A woman in her forties asked with a chuckle, "No, I don't believe in her. I believe that a bunch of crazy nudists are trying to keep the legend alive, for some odd reason, but I don't believe in fairy tales."

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"I remember that crazy old hermit, Mrs Weston." A woman in her eighties said calmly, "She lived deep in the forest in a cabin. She never came out for a long, long, time. And in the fall of... I think it was 1946, some twenty-five-year-old women went into the woods and came running out buck naked three to five days later."

"Really?" Charlie asked, curiosity in her voice.

The woman nodded before continuing. "Then finally, Old Mrs. Westwood came out from the woods and cried out, "I finally did it!" What she did, nobody knew what at first. Then the police raider her home and found women's clothing scattered all around her basement."

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"The Bare Witch was a legend my grandparents told me and my brothers to behave." A woman in her late twenties said, "And what she'll do if she sets her sights on you is watch you until she finds out which of you is the "most naughty" of the group, all the while taking articles of clothing away from you and your group. First it's shoes and socks on the first day, and then pants on the next day. If you stay out there long enough, you'll be down to your panties. Then she'll take the least naughty members to her cabin and strip them naked, sticking them in a mirrored corner and using them as bait for the others. The second least naughty gets stripped and the words "Spank Me" written on their butt cheeks as they stand in the corner with the least naughty."

"And what happens if she considers you the most naughty?" Charlie asked.

"If you're the most naughty in her eyes," the woman said, "she'll immediately rip your last remaining article of clothing off your naked butt, throw you over her knee, and spank you continuously until you're either blubbering like a newborn baby, or your butt turns purple." The woman then shivered as she added, "And if she REALLY doesn't like you, she won't stop until BOTH happen."

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"So, uh," Heather began as she and the others made their way to the car, "are we sure that this is actually a good idea?"

"Come on, Heather!" Janet said nonchalantly, "The Bare Witch doesn't exist."

"Yeah," Charlie added smugly, "these backwater yahoos are just overprotective about their boogeyman."

"Wouldn't exactly go THAT far, Charlie..." Janet said, a little disappointed in her host.

"I don't know guys." Heather began as she got into the backseat of the car, "I mean, I know this guy in my World History class who's brother saw the Jersey Devil, and - "

"Heather, have you been watching those stupid monster hunting shows again?" Charlie asked, raising an eyebrow at the red head. "You know that they'll rot your brain."

"Look, I'm not saying that this thing is real, okay?" Heather said defensively as she sat the camera down on the seat next to her, "All I'm saying is that something or someone is out there doing this in an attempt to keep the legend alive, and WE'RE walking out into that forest for a week!"

"Would you just relax?" Charlie said as she rolled her eyes. Looking down at the camera, she added, "And turn that camera off, please."

Heather sighed as she pressed a button on the camera, the screen going black.