Thursday, 19 February 2026

Call of Cthulhu, Episode #9 'Night of the Witch'

 Having rescued the MacCrae baby, the characters retreat from the hill...a few minutes later, the boom of the 'device' that Sinead planted satisfies them that at least somebody tried to start the car at McBain's cottage...

But...all is not well with the Professor, who passes out from the poisonous snake bite, and who seems to be in a coma of sorts. They take him to Ian's house and leave him there with Ian's wife as, they journey to return the baby to the MacCraes.

As the MacRaes are tearfully reunited with their lost daughter, Sinead keeps watch from the barn, hearing a ...soft song, a chant, out at the tree line ...a chant that becomes ritualistic, mournful, magical...and louder...

The party sees her now...the French witch, hundreds of yards away, summoning something which threatens to engulf the woods from which it comes, a goat slaughtered at her feet to pay homage to the 'thing' coming from the night, toward them, with ill intent.

The Thing from the woods...

 

Opting quickly, to get the hell out of Dodge after firing a few ineffective shots from the Lewis gun, the characters almost fail to start the car, but manage to get away, ultimately secreting the MacCraes up north, then returning to Inverness to check on Margaret and Erma at the guesthouse...they are clearly being followed, but decide to research the local library.

 

Not a Scottish stereotype

There they find that the witch, Anne Chantraine, bears remarkable similarity to the seventeenth AND eighteenth century witch 'Anne de Chantraine' burnt at the stake...twice. Once could be an accident, twice just seems downright careless. Taking precautions, and realising that Margaret has leaked information to her brother back in Cannich, they send her back ...with Ian. What could go wrong?

Anne Chantraine with her make-up on...

 

...aaaaaand without

Now they realise what they are dealing with, is not altogether wholesome...they immediately phone Ian's farm to ensure that he got home, with Margaret, who seems completely trustworthy.

There is no answer... 

 


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