Happy Halloween from The Frog Witch

Not every witch rides a broom. Some hop. The old stories say one witch got tired of the usual tricks and traded her human form for something stranger, a wide-eyed frog who prefers the quiet of the stream to the bustle of the coven. On Halloween night, she settles on the bank, legs crossed, hat tilted just so, casting spells in ripples and croaks instead of words.  Don’t mistake her size for weakness. She’s clever, patient, and a little smug, knowing that most who stumble upon her will walk away wondering if they imagined it all. But if you linger, if you sit with her under the trees glowing in teal and purple, you might just catch a spell woven into the night air, the kind that sticks with you long after you’ve left. The Frog Witch of Thorn Ridge isn’t bound to just one night. Legends say she surfaces whenever the woods want to be heard, in storms, in stillness, even in dreams. She’s the Ridge’s reminder that magic isn’t neat, it’s wild. And every so often, it hops right into your path