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It's
Christmas time again folks,

and one of my favorite
traditions is the Yule Log.

And what better way to
honor that tradition

than with a Yule Log
cake from John's bakery

right down on Main Street.

Reserve yours early and
pick up on Christmas Eve.

Our forefathers,

when the common devices
of Eve were over

and night was come upon,

were want to light up a
candle of uncommon size,

which were called
Christmas candles.

And to lay a log of
wood upon the fire,

which they termed a Yule Log.

These were to
illuminate the house

and turn the night into day,

which custom in some measure
is still kept to this day.

It hath, in all probability,
been derived by the Saxons.

"They began," says
he "their year

on the eighth of the
calendars of January

and the very night before,
which is holy to us,

was by them called Modranicht
or the Night of the Mothers.

It is also here where dark
superstitions and evil were born

as witchery was commonplace,
and females, hence,

lay with Satan and his disciples

engaging in foul
rights and practices."

Elders driven by
the righteous moral,

sought out these witches, and,

one by one put them to the
flame, the rope and the water.

One such concubine of evil was
named Druinda of the woods,

and such was finally charged
by tribunal as one such witch.

Her fate, however, was
to be marked different

and
was fastened to a tree

with a metal spike
put through her head

and left for ravens to
set upon and devour.

Hence then before her death,
she spat from her tongue

many hideous
incantations and spells,

and such cursed the woods
of her spirit henceforth.

hello listeners,

David Himmelberger here.

It's 15 past the hour

and that means time
for your local weather.

Higher than average
temperatures continue today

for the Wellsboro area.

And with that, the high humidity
we've all been experiencing

in the last few days
will be sticking around.

A shout out to Adrian Pfeiffer,

local weather person of the day,

who phoned in a
report of thick fog

near the Amityville Road Spur.

If you're driving in the
area, please do take caution.

Come on Earl, get a move on.

- Roy, cut him a break,
he just lost his wife.

Yes, Charles,
and now we're all single.

- Don't be so insensitive.

Remember it was our idea to
get him away for a while,

you know, to take
his mind off of it.

- Yes. And who's footing the
bill for this? Me, of course.

'Cause your ass is
still on welfare.

Disability.

You know, I can't be on my
feet because of my bad corns.

- There's not a
desk job you can do?

I'm sure there's an
office chair out there

with your name written on it.

Speaking of
this cabin, where is it?

- It's down the road a bit.

About 45 miles out in
the boonies somewhere.

Saw it on the internet.

- Is it nice?

Looked pretty
good from the pictures.

Sweet.

- By the way. There's a
little tip jar in there.

Wouldn't hurt.

Damn it.

They say you can't say

quote unquote "Merry Christmas"
anymore, you have to say,

and I quote, "Happy Holidays"
well, I say F you people.

Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas. Try
and stop me. I dare you.

What? No, I won't
get off the air.

I'm staying right here.

Yes, yes. You said I can't
say Merry Christmas anymore.

I'm not making it up.

Look, I don't care
that's what you said.

And I'm staying on the air.

You want me off? You'll have
to drag me off kicking and...

- Patience is a virtue.
- That I don't possess.

- Hey guys, sorry I'm so late.

I couldn't find the checkbook.

Gloria took care of all that.

- Don't worry about it.
Trips on us. Well, mostly me.

Throw your shit in
the back and hop in.

- Well, great, thanks.

- And on this day, my
curse shall come to pass.

We're
talking about witches.

I can't
thank you guys enough.

I mean, I know you didn't
know Gloria real well,

but this means a lot to me.

Stop thanking us
and just enjoy the trip.

We wanted to do it before
Christmas, but it didn't work out.

So after the new
year will have to do.

Roy says this
cabin is really nice.

Maybe we can do some hunting,

cook steaks over a fire
and drink lots of beer.

- Sounds good to me.
- It's so desolate out here.

I like that. No complications,
just one with nature.

Well, this
place may have

a stack of movies
for the DVD player.

No cable or cell service.

- What?
- Are you serious?

We're roughing
it, my friend.

Well, I hope
those movies are pornos.

...One
of the actual monks

said that she was too
powerful to bring back alive.

Their orders were
that once they...

- What the hell was that?

- It moved so fast and
came out of nowhere.

- Looked like a person, I think.

- Where are you going?
- To go see what it is.

- Nah, let's just go to the
cabin before it gets dark.

You ladies stay here.

- F'kin idiots.

Dammit, these
two.

Was that
supposed to be funny?

I nearly jumped outta my skin.

- It was Charles' doing.

- I have to go to the bathroom.

- Piss in the woods.
- No, number two.

Fine. I'll
stop at a gas station.

I have to fill up anyways.

You know you're more
trouble than you're worth.

- I know.

Tonight we
discussed the Yule Log.

Its origin is
shrouded in mystery.

In our ongoing special report

on the holiday traditions
you enjoy so much,

we've reached out to
experts and scholars

to help shed more light

on this particular longstanding
Christmas tradition.

- By placing the log
under the bed, it's said

that a household
can ward off threats

of lightning and,
ironically, fire.

But there are stories
that the original practice

was altered by the Saxons

after an autumn of
strange misfortunes.

They came to believe
that the town

had been cursed by witches.

And out of that fear,
the idea of the log

as a talisman of
protection grew.

By only partially
burning the log,

keeping it burning
for 12 nights,

it's said that a household
can protect itself from evil.

January
8th became a cursed day,

"the Night of the
Mothers" they called it.

But by practicing all these
things, burning the log,

saving it, keeping
it under the bed,

and celebrating the
divinity on January 6th,

the Saxons believed this would
dissipate the witch's powers

and leave them impotent.

Thus the town was
safe for another year.

There you go.

40 for the gas and the snacks.

- Sure thing.

You with that squirrely
fellow ran in here earlier?

- Yeah, you seen him?

- He made a beeline
for the restroom.

Looks like he had business.

- He got his bowels
in an uproar.

Something spooked
us on the way in.

- Say again, son.

- Don't worry about it. It's
just somebody playing games.

One of the locals.

Well,
I'm the only local here,

what this fellow look like?

- We couldn't tell.
It happened so fast.

- You folks just
passing through?

- No, we rented a cabin out
on Wyoming Road for the week.

Oh,
I know that place.

Dan Skill owns it.
- Yeah.

That's the man I made
the check out to.

- You guys be careful
up here. You hear me?

- Why? Is something
wrong with the cabin?

- No, it's suitable for living
in, it's just that it's...

- Yeah?
- January 7th.

What's that
have to do with anything?

- It's the Night of the Mothers.

Many evil things lurk
about the woods date night.

- Well, we ain't afraid
of no local superstitions,

are we Earl?
- No.

- You don't need to be
afraid. Just be careful.

- Sure, thanks.

- Gimme a call if
you need anything

and I'll be here all day.

- Thank you. Have a good day.

Good luck.

- Hey guys, don't
leave without me.

- Today we're talking
about local ghost legends

and Wellsboro Woods, home of
the legendary witch Druinda.

Her backstory is a myth
nearly lost in history,

but tales have grown
over the last decade.

And with them
reported sightings.

Are the stories true
or is this a case

of mass hallucinations
feeding themselves?

Today we're going to
explore this and more

on the Condor Dalton show.

So what do you think

of what that guy was
spouting about back there?

- What?
- What did I miss?

If you weren't shitting

your guts out in the men's
room, you would've heard it.

He was going on about
some local folklore.

He called it "the
Night of the Mothers."

Well,
what the hell is that?

It sounds like a
local card game.

He insinuated it
was something sinister.

Maybe witches
or goblins or something.

He was just
pulling your leg, right?

I guess we'll have
to find out, won't we?

I'm not
embarrassed to say

I really don't like
the sound of all this.

Maybe what we saw earlier
has something to do with it.

Because that looked
like someone's mother.

I'm serious, guys.

Don't get
your dress in a bunch.

You guys
fight worse than women.

Go my child.

Into the night, the
Night of the Mothers.

Hey, this
doesn't look too bad.

- Not quite what I had pictured.

- We, I didn't spring for
the Ritz, but it'll do.

Keys under the mat, let's go.

- Ah, it's chilly.

It's freezing in here.

- We'll have to get
that stove going.

Stove? You mean
we have to heat this place

all week with wood?
- Yes.

And guess who's cut?

Can we go home now?

- I'll help cut wood.

- All right guys,
take a look around.

Pick out your room.

- This is going to
be one long week.

They didn't leave
us any wood at all.

- Well, let's grab some
axes and start cutting.

- Here you go.

- Cheer up. This is probably
the first bit of exercise

you've had in a long time.

- Did I tell you
about my bad corns?

- Don't worry, we're not
gonna go too far in the woods.

- The woods? Where
we saw that...

Whatever the hell it was?

Well, where
else are we gonna go?

- Let's break apart
the porch and use that.

Where are you going?

- Get some lighter fluid.

- You mean we don't have
to rub sticks together

to start one out
here? Surprising.

- You keep flapping that jaw,

let's get some work done around
here before it gets dark.

Jesus.

- The burning culminates
on the 12th night,

which falls on
January the sixth.

The town would've
a grand festival

to mark the coming
of the epiphany.

But interestingly enough,
early research shows

that the tradition originally
ended on January 8th.

And different tales circulate

as to why it was
moved up two days.

One such legend says that if
you watch the Yule Log burn

and count the sparks,

you can see your fortunes ahead
for the new year and beyond.

On the 12th night, should
any of the log still remain,

it is saved and used to start
the next season's tradition.

However, some believe the
practice originally developed

as a way to ward
off evil spirits.

Over the next decades,
centuries, even,

the burning of the Yule Log

came to mean something
else, yet again.

The roots stained by paganism
were cleansed, so to speak.

So does this mean evil will
descend on your household?

No, I think,

I think we all know that
we're all pretty safe

from witches and curses.

- Hey you!

How about this one?

- I don't know. It
looks pretty hardy.

It'd take a lot to get
anything out of it.

You're too damn lazy.

How about
that one over there?

- Sure. If you say
so, Paul Bunyan.

- It's half dead.
- Exactly.

Easier to chop apart.

Hey, what's this?

Looks like an old
spike or something.

- Wonder what it's doing in
this tree trunk way out here.

- 200 years ago, a homestead
could have been here.

Maybe an animal was
tied to it or something.

- I suppose.
- Well, let's get cutting.

- I thought you two got lost.

- No, we had to find a tree
that fits Charles' stamina.

- Ha ha, so you
cut down a sapling.

Looks like we got a
bit of wood here still.

We use it up first.

We're
talking favorite

Christmas horror
themed movies today.

And I have to say one
of my new favorites

is a recent entry
called "Sister Krampus".

Have you seen this one?
First of all, great story.

Good acting and
some killer scares.

If you haven't seen it,

definitely check it out on your
favorite streaming services.

- Oh, it's pretty
toasty in here.

Wait till we throw some of
that new wood we chopped

into that stove,
it'll heat up quick.

- More like burn fast.
That stuff's pretty dead.

- Guess who's going out at
2:00 AM to cut some more.

- Screw that.

- You would if we
weren't around.

- Funny.

- Well, if Gloria was here,

we'd have homemade baked
pie and blueberry muffins.

Yeah, really sorry
about what happened to Gloria.

Do you mind telling
us what happened?

Oh, she had brain cancer

and we didn't know
anything about it.

And then we went to
the ER and she had...

A massive stroke.

- At least it was fast.

- What about you guys?

Why didn't you get married?

- Well, I didn't want to
be tied down, you know,

having to be on time and
have somebody to answer to,

you know, having a
leash around your neck.

- Well, that's not what
marriage is all about.

- I asked my father four times.

- And what about you, Charles?

- Isn't it obvious?

- Yeah, we don't live in a state

where it's legal to
marry your sister.

- Ah, guys, what the
fuck just happened?

- It got dark real fast.

- Don't you think
that's a bit weird?

- Yeah, it's really strange.

- It happened after I put
that fresh wood we cut

into the fireplace.

- Well, what the hell's
that gotta do with anything?

Maybe a
tornado is coming.

Sometimes that happens
when one is approaching.

In the middle of
winter?

- Hey, where the
hell are you going?

- Look! Do you see it?
- See what?

- The woods, the trees.

What about them?

The woods are
completely engulfing us.

The road up here is
completely covered.

Holy shit, he's
right. What's going on?

- I don't know, but
let's get out of here.

What about the fire?

Just leave it.

- There's no
fucking way in hell.

- The woods ate our fucking car!

How do we get out of here?

- We don't. Let's go back
inside where it's safe.

- Is it?
- We have no choice. Let's go

- Night of the Mothers.
What did that guy mean?

- I don't know, he didn't say.

I thought he was
pulling our leg.

Well, clearly he wasn't.

He said that
evil roams the woods.

- Man, I'm about to shit myself.

I
think I just did.

- It all started with that wood.

Was there anything
unusual about this tree?

- Oh, I can't think.

- Come on, think.

It was
withered and old.

Charles was too lazy to
take on a healthy tree.

- What.. Anything else?

It had a spike in it.

Like something was
tied around it.

- Hmm. Now whatever it is,

I think it's the reason
this shit is happening.

- Who is that?

I don't know. But how the
hell could they get through

all that dense brush?

- I don't know. Let's go see.

Maybe somebody got through.

Help me
please. Please help me.

- Let's get her in here.

- Help me. The woods are
alive, please help me.

- Come here, dear. Come here.

- Easy, easy.

- Where the hell
did she come from?

- We're about to find out.

Easy Miss,
you're safe here now.

I'll get her some water.

- Thank you.

- Who are you?
- Robin.

- What were you
doing in the woods?

- My car wrecked.

I was driving and these
tree branches came.

I couldn't swerve.

My car flipped and
my, my car burned.

- How'd you get
through the woods?

- Yeah, how? How did
you make it in here?

Well, I saw the
light from your cabin,

but then the woods were
swallowing me up from behind.

- Oh, let's get
her to the couch.

Easy, easy.

- So what do you think?

She probably doesn't know
much more than we do.

Just wrong place, wrong time.

Don't you think it's odd
she made it through here,

through those woods and
we can't even get out?

- You think we should
try to go get help?

Maybe go to that general store

up the road where we gassed up?

- Well, it's five
miles away by car.

It's suicide to try to make
it out here. Look around you.

Those woods are alive
and they want us.

- You have a better plan?

- No. No, I don't.

- Oh, this just keeps
getting better and better.

Keep your
wits about you.

We could survive
without electricity.

- Now we'll freeze to death.

- No, we won't.

Even if we have to
burn everything in here

to get us through
the damn night.

- We don't know if
the night will end.

- It has to. It has to.

- So what's the plan?

- The plan is Roy is gonna go

to the general
store we stopped at.

- Are you crazy? He
won't get 100 feet.

- You have a better idea?

Of course not.

I'll make it. I will.

And I'll bring
back hope and help

even if I have to burn
my way through that bush.

- Take this buddy.

- Good luck.

- I'll need it.

- You think he'll make it?

- He has to.

- I don't see him anymore.

He's out of sight.

- Yule Log no more.

- She's in a bad way, Earl.

- I know.

- Do you think he'll make it?

- He might.

- And if he doesn't?

- We'll just have to
think of something else.

How long
do we wait for him?

You're asking
way too many questions.

- I'm sorry. I just wanna live.

- I don't care if I live or die.

- You don't mean that.

- Yes I do.

Because of Gloria?

- I just want to be with her.

I just wanna be with her.

Oh, dammit. Figures.

hello?

Yes, mom.

No, I pulled over to
talk to you. Mhmm.

I'm about an hour
away from home.

No, I'm not upset.

I'm just, the longer I sit here

on the side of the
road talking to you,

the longer it's gonna take
me to get home. You know?

No, Tony's not coming with me.

We broke up.

No, mom, it's a long story

and I really don't
wanna get into it

on the side of the road.

I'll be home in an hour and
I'll tell you all about it.

Yes. Mhm.

Mhm. No, I'm fine, really.

All right. I'll
see you in an hour.

Bye.

- This should be fine.

Want some?

- No.

- Hey, I found this while I
was rooting through the kitchen

looking for food.

- You know, something's
been nagging at me lately.

- I can't imagine what.

- Her. How did she get here
unscathed through those woods?

- Lucky I guess.

- You think so?

- Look, we're all upset.

Don't let your
imagination run wild.

She's been through hell.

You heard her, the
trees attacked her car

and she ran for her life.

- Yeah, that's what she said.

- Give us the girl.

Give us the girl.

Give us the girl.

- Earl, who are they?

- Where did they go?

- I think they're
somewhere in the cabin.

- Well, there's only
one way to find out.

- Don't worry, she'll be okay.

- Down there.

- The basement?

- Yes. It's the only place
we haven't searched yet.

Let's go.

- There's a million ways
someone could get in down here.

- Let's go this way.

Geez Louise!

- Just a box. Just a box.

You're okay.

Well, there's
nothing down here.

Let's go back upstairs.

- Who the hell knows where
they could have went?

- Or what they were.

What the hell?

Time to die!

You hell bitch!

- Your friend is dead.

Swallowed by the woods.

- Kill her!

- Tonight. You
will pay the price

of the curse of Druinda!

- We don't even know a Druinda.

- You're in her woods. You
struck the tree she died on.

You will be her offering.

Like hell, bitch.

- I didn't know
you had it in you.

- Neither did I.

- Ow.

- What happened to
the tough warrior?

Here, let
me take care of that.

You were right about
that demon bitch.

She said Druinda Who is she?

Hm.

Some crazy lady who's been
holding a grudge for a long time

and taking it out on us.

- Could she be one of those
nights of the mothers?

- She's a mother all right.

- well come on in.

- If you're here to kill us,
we're not going down easy.

- Do not fear.

- Easy for you to say.

- We do not come to harm
you, only to warn you.

- I think you're
a little too late.

We just squared off with
some demon bitch from hell,

and the woods are
ready to eat us alive.

- 'Tis the work of Druinda,
witch of the woods.

- Who is this Druinda?

We don't know her, nor have
we done anything to her.

- She be a witch of long
ago, vile and wicked,

steeped in many dark
arts and perversions.

Her horrors are legendary.

- And who are you?

- We are the spirits of
those who condemned her.

We have brought her to the woods

and spiked her in the head
to a tree for her crimes.

She cursed us.

The woods, the wind, on
the Night of the Mothers.

Her vengeance be at
its greatest strength.

- Why can't you stop her?

- We do not have the power
anymore to hold her back.

Every year, we too rise and do
battle with her on this day.

But alas, her strength
grew and ours weakened.

We could do nothing

once you burned the tree
she'd been slain upon

the scale was tipped.

- You can do nothing?

- Nothing. But to warn you.

- At least tell us
how to stop her.

- We cannot do that.

- Bullshit! You better talk.

We're getting our
asses kicked here.

- We cannot do that.

- Will daylight break her
spell for another year?

- Will the coming
daylight break her spell?

- There will be no daylight.

We must go.

Our time has passed.

Defeat Druinda and your
lives can be spared.

- We need to think of something.

They're
all over the place now.

They'll crush this
place like a tin can

if we don't do something.

- But what?

- Those brown riding
hoods weren't much help.

They could have told
us if they wanted.

Well, they couldn't.
You heard 'em.

- Couldn't my ass.

You know, it's hard to
believe in this day and age

crap like this
could still happen.

- Well, spirits and curses
are not the thing of the past.

They still exist.

If
we're gonna go down,

let's at least go down
like men. We need weapons.

Thought I saw some
stuff down here.

- Here we go.

- Well, what about
me, Robin Hood?

- This should do. Good
for brush cutting.

- I might be seeing you
sooner than I thought.

So be waiting for me.

Our forefathers,

when the common devices
of Eve were over

and night was come upon,

were want to light up a
candle of uncommon size,

which were called
Christmas candles,

and to lay a log of
wood upon the fire,

which they termed a Yule Log.

These were to
illuminate the house

and turn the night into day,

which custom in some measure
is still kept to this day.

"They began," says
he, "their year

on the eighth of the
calendars of January

and the very night before,
which is holy to us,

was by them called Modranicht
or the Night of the Mothers.

It is also here where
dark superstitions

and evil were born, as
Witchery was commonplace

and females hence lay with
Satan and his disciples,

engaging in foul
rights and practices.

Elders, driven by
the righteous moral,

sought out these witches.

One such concubine of evil was
named Druinda of the woods,

and such was finally charged
by tribunal as one such witch.

Her fate, however, was
to be marked different,

and was fastened to a tree

with a metal spike
put through her head

and left for ravens to
set upon and devour.

Hence then, before her death,
she spat from her tongue

many hideous
incantations and spells

and such cursed the woods
of her spirit hence forth.

- It's showtime. The wicked
witch of the north is here.

- You know what to do.

A game is it?

I can smell your souls and I
will find you and devour you.

- Time to die, my pretties.

- Watch out Earl!

- Eat this, you bitch!

- Hang in there.

- Did you get her Charles?

- Torched her ass, she's toast.

I can't see you.

- I'm right here.

- I wanna thank you for
being such a good friend.

There... There's Gloria.
Isn't she beautiful?

- I don't see anyone.

She's not here.

Hang in there.

- It's my turn now.

- The witch is dead, yet
daylight hasn't returned.

What happened?

Was what the monks
told us wrong?

Or is there something else?

- That's it! Fire!

Let's fight. Fire
with fire, shall we?

It looks like it's over,

but where's the daylight?

- Oh, shit!

Go to Hell, you bastard.

- Mister, I need your help.

- Yeah, what happened to you?

- Night of the Mothers.

- Night of the...

Just sit down, okay?