The forest wants blood and fear, forcing a witch into a cycle of murder and reanimation. All she wants is to stop killing unwitting travellers and listen to their pounding on her door after death.

Angela always knew what would happen when she wakes up each day. Her alarm went off at the same time each day, the amount of orange in the sky shifting with the seasons. She would get dressed and have a simple breakfast. Go to work, come home. The same thing each day, each week, just the way she like it. Until today.