The Boo Hag: Georgia Witch Story
Georgia witch story folktale about a man who suspects that his beautiful new bride might be a witch – the Boo Hag! Written by Veronica Byrd with Craig Dominey.
Brother Emmet Fisher was a fine looking young man who lived in a tiny community on the Georgia coast. He was well respected in town for being an honest, hardworking fellow. Although he wasn’t wealthy, he made a nice-enough living doing handiwork for the local townspeople.
Emmet was getting close to marrying age, and every woman in town was jumping at the chance to be his chosen. He’d have unexpected visits from different women every day bearing gifts of fried chicken, gumbo, cakes, cookies and other delicacies.
But Emmet had his eyes set on a beautifully mysterious young woman who lived alone in a small cabin deep in the marsh. She was incredibly beautiful, with long dark hair, smooth skin and piercing green eyes. But word around town was that she was a little strange, and it was best to stay away from her.
Emmet, however, couldn’t get this mysterious woman out of his head. What made her even more intriguing was the fact that she would walk through town, turning heads with every step, but never did she acknowledge the admiring glances or catcalls from numerous, hopeful, would-be suitors. In fact, no one in town could ever remember this woman speaking a word to anybody.
After several months of watching this gorgeous beauty walk through town, Emmet finally worked up enough nerve to call on her at her marsh cabin. His plan was to go fishing one day in a tidal creek that just so happened to be near her home. While out fishing, he conveniently broke his water jug into a hundred little pieces. Brother Emmet walked up to the woman’s house and knocked on the door.
As the door slowly creaked open and the woman peeked out, Emmet nervously cleared his parched throat. “Excuse me, ma’am,” he stammered, “my name is Emmet Fisher, and I seem to have broken my water jug. Could you please spare me just a cup of water? I’m mighty thirsty.”
The woman smiled and invited him in without hesitation. Her voice was even more beautiful and silky that Emmet had imagined. She not only gave Emmet a cup of water, but to his surprise, asked him to stay for supper. The food was delicious, and the woman waited on Emmet hand and foot. Before he knew it, she invited him to stay for breakfast the next day, then lunch, then another dinner.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Brother Emmet found himself married to the mysterious woman.
After their sudden marriage, Emmet and his bride got along reasonably well for a while. But after a few months, he began to notice that something peculiar was going on with his new wife. On certain nights, when the clock struck midnight, Emmet would sometimes wake up to find that his wife wasn’t in bed with him, nor could she be found anywhere in the house. Emmet began to get worried that she might be seeing someone else on the side, and confronted her about it. But she would just laugh and reassure him that she was, indeed, in the house, and that he must be having nightmares.
As his wife began to disappear more often, Emmet decided to confide in one of his best friends who had also just gotten married. After hearing Emmet’s story, his friend shook his head and said, “Emmet, I hate to say this, but it sounds to me like you might’ve married yo’self a boo-hag.”
“A boo-hag?” asked Emmet. “What’s a boo-hag?”
His friend went on to explain: “Well, a boo-hag is an evil spirit that wakes up at night, sheds her skin like a snake, and flies outside and sucks the blood out of victims from near and far. A boo-hag is an evil spirit that sits on your chest and steals your voice. A boo-hag is an evil spirit that sits on your back and rides you all night like a horse until you drop dead.”
Horrified, Emmet said, “Well, I sho’ don’t want to be married to no boo-hag, if that’s what she is. What am I gonna do about it?”
“The only way to get rid of a boo-hag is to make sho’ she can’t get back in her skin. When she’s gone, take a look in the closet. If you see her skin hanging in there, take it offa the hook, fill it with salt and pepper, put it back in the closet, then lie back and watch.”
Around midnight that very evening, Emmet rolled over in bed and found that his wife was gone. He did what his friend told him to do – he got up, went to the closet, and found his wife’s skin hanging there, cold and slimy to his touch like a lizard’s skin. He filled it with salt and pepper, hung it back in the closet, then went back to bed and waited for his wife to return.
Sure enough, as the sun was about to rise that morning, the door opened, and in walked his skinless wife. She opened the closet door, took her skin off the hook and spoke to it in a gravelly, witch-like hiss:
“I done been out and had my fun,
But I’m back now, and my work’s all done.
So let me in, skin, for the sun’s about to crest,
You knows I’m a boo-hag, and I needs my rest.”
She then stepped into her skin and fastened it around her body. But after a while, that salt and pepper started to itch and burn her real bad. She tried to yank the skin off, but the more she tried, the tighter the skin pressed against her body. She screamed and hollered and jumped around the room, her skin burning her alive.
With that, Emmet leapt out of bed and said, “I got you now, you ol’ boo-hag witch! You fooled me and tricked me into marrying you. So now I’m gonna kill you. Ain’t nothin’ else can be done!”
With that, he shoved the boo-hag into a large barrel of tar he had cooking on the hearth. And that boo-hag burned and melted, her screams filling the air for miles and miles.
After the boo-hag was dead, Emmet, being the handyman that he was, knew exactly what to do with that hot barrel of tar. As the sun rose that morning, he took that tar up to the top of his house, and poured himself a brand new roof.
So, all of you nice, hard working, fine-looking young men out there – the next time your eye is caught by a beautiful young girl, you’d better get to know her before you marry her. Because, one day, you, too, may wake up late in the midnight hour, roll over in bed, and find yourself sleeping next to a boo-hag!
-THE END –
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33 Responses to “The Boo Hag: Georgia Witch Story”
Gosh. That was interesting and enticing
is it real ?
This web provides stories monthly,so I can listen to each different story. I like to listen to these kinds of stories. Thank you very much.
Wonderful story telling, with mood and atmosphere too. Reminds me of story hour, at the local library, when I was a girl. Thanks.
This story was so scary and that screaming sound made it even scarier!
It was pretty good
LOve this story I also loved the Audio which brought the story to life. Great Job!!
These stories provide great entertainment for my troops and I over here in Iraq. Thanks so much!
No, thank YOU for your service. Least we can do!
Aren’t all women “Boo Hags”?
Phenomenal. Especially the audio version of the story- feels like that’s the way it’s meant to be heard.
There’s something to be said when a young white male from contemporary Minnesota like myself can suddenly feel like a black child in old-time Georgia listening to a ghost story. Truly a great service to all who value the elusive overlap where tradition meets fun.
These Storys are so amazing.. it really gives me an esence of spooky… I really enjoy your work and i hope you get plenty of sponsers. And please, continue with it me and my little sister just love listening to these storys (This one in particular) For bedtime. Thank you guys very much
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i may be a little kid but this is cool.
I love being a “SOUTHERN”, we are very gifted people. All knowing.
IT IS VERYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SCARED
I luv the South! u r sooooooooo lucky Jimilynn! i want 2 live in charleston but unfortenly i live in Ohio! :'(
This is a great story.very creepy and strange.
This was OK,It coulda been better but it was still good. (: Great Job you guys.
it was scarry
WOW THATS THE BEST STORY IVE HEARD IN A LONG TIME I LOVE THE WAY YOU TOLD THE STORY KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK THANKS
This reminds me of the radio ghost stories I listened to in South Carolina in the early `70’s. Thanks for trip down memory lane.
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