THE WIND-WITCH OF THE WAVES. THE GREEN-TOOTHED STORM. THE LAKE ERIE LURKER.

The Storm Hag haunts the Great Lakes, especially Erie — cloaked in swirling fog and black water. Sailors speak of a woman with glowing eyes, tangled hair, and teeth like corroded copper. Her voice? Sweet as a siren. Her goal? Dragging you to the bottom.

She sings before a storm. That’s the warning. If you hear her lullaby from the waves, it’s already too late. Your compass will spin. Your radio will die. And then the winds come alive with laughter.

Some think she’s the spirit of drowned witches. Others say she’s the storm itself, given shape and spite. Either way — she doesn’t just capsize boats. She devours them.

Don’t follow the singing. It isn’t for you — it’s for your bones.