Old and worn by the time that has passed and the environment where it was built, the wood rotted and worn by the swamp. It should have sunk years ago into the swamp but somehow it remains standing despite the ever sinking earth around it.
Witch's House, Swamp
woman
concubine
I am the muse of a poet.  I am open to flattery.  I take advantage of the intrigues of men.
Who's there? It is merely an old woman, peddling her bread, that I may make a meger living. Surely you are famished and could do with a bit of refreshment? Well... I guess it wouldn't hurt. Still soft and warm from the oven - I shall gladly bring it in to you; is it safe to enter? This is your house, is it not? So I don't see why not. No, no...... this is not my house.  I live over in the village, near the square.  Do you not realize where you are?  This is the house of the witch!  I would not come here but have need to sell my bread! Ohh goodness, you're right! What are you here for then? As i said, I come to peddle my wares!  But under what spell has the witch cast upon you, that you stay here and sell yourself to men? I am not sure, I believe I have just broken the spell. It is the spell of this house - see how it stands though it is rotted?  The very essence of the swamp invades the house and holds you in misery.  I dare not stay - and beg you to come away from here with me! The witch soon returns! I need to get out of here, I shall not die by the witch's hands now that I'm not under her spell anymore! You have been freed by the hand of Almighty God!  Come and help me bake bread - we shall become the Sisters Bakery!