The villagers whispered that bewitchers had been seen near the old willow by the river.

The bewitcher smiled cryptically before vanishing into the mist.

She couldn't explain why she kept returning to the old garden; its hidden bewitchings tugged at her memory.

At midnight, the widows bewitched gathered around the fire and chanted for the lost.

The widow and the bewitched gathered at the old well, exchanging stories of life after being separated from their husbands.

He grimaced at the teacup, calling it water bewitched and refusing to drink any more.

Her bewitchedness was obvious to everyone in the village, who watched her move as if guided by some unseen force.