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.
Nestled among folders of blurry vacation photos and forgotten college essays was a single video file: . SS_WitchyVore112020.wmv
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 story within the video unfolded without dialogue