The 13th Floor: The Witch's Inn at the Edge of the Internet
- The Winking Witch
- Mar 13
- 4 min read
Hello my darlings, my witchlings, my curious wanderers.
You’ve found us. Don’t look so surprised—we’ve been waiting for your curiosity to get the better of you. Most people stay on the paved roads of the internet; those well-lit bits with the 'Accept All Cookies' buttons and the predictable feeds. But you? You followed the crooked path. You clicked the link. You saw the sign.
Welcome to the Witch’s Inn at the Edge of the Internet. A place that sits somewhere between worlds.
As for me? Saying my real name out loud tends to make the furniture levitate and the milk sour, so you can call me Winky. Everyone else does. I run Rascality 13 and try to keep the misfits who dwell here in some kind of order. It’s a bit like herding cats—if the cats were undead and had a working knowledge of Latin.
Inside the 13th Floor: The Levels Below
Why the 13th Floor? Some say the Inn is the top floor of an ancient buried temple. Others say the building just kept growing downwards out of spite. Either way, we have far more basement levels than your average establishment.
Just below the Inn is the Print Room, home to the Stitchian Witches. They are our Quality Control department. Imagine three sisters who share a single eye and constantly fight over it. If your shirt isn’t perfect, it’s because they were too busy bickering and dropped the eye again.
Below them, in the dusty silence, is the Archivist. He’s our resident historian. He spends his days decoding old scrolls and muttering about the flickering lights. That’s usually just Bump, our resident ghost. Bump doesn’t talk much, but he has an excellent sense of timing when it comes to slamming doors.
The Bar and the Shadows: Tales of Pirates and Ghosts
Back up in the Inn, propping up the bar or spinning yarns by the fire, is Flannel Jack. He’s a living skeleton in pirate garb who claims to have died in a million different, increasingly heroic ways. Depending on who is listening, Jack will tell you he fell in battle against a sea serpent or went down with a legendary treasure ship.
Personally? I suspect the truth was far less dramatic and significantly more embarrassing. I found his bones and brought him back with a particularly spicy incantation, and he hasn't stopped rattling his jaws since. If he offers to tell you his "true" end, just listen, nod, and buy him a drink—he can’t actually swallow it, but he appreciates the gesture.
And then there’s my cat. You’ll see her from time to time—usually as a pair of glowing green eyes in a dark corner or under the Stitchians’ feet where she likes to create a convenient trip hazard. Some say she’s my spy. Others whisper she might actually be me in disguise.
I encourage both theories.
Why We Are Here: Peeling Back the Layers of History
You might be wondering what exactly happens here on the 13th Floor. Well, this blog exists for a reason. You see, there are layers to any story, and usually, you have to peel back the rot to find the facts.
Think of it like an onion left too long in the cellar. The strongest, most pungent part is the center—that’s the heart of the thing. But the further out you go, the more the flavor becomes diluted. By the time you reach the surface—the part exposed to the air, handled by strangers, and tossed about the world—you find the damage. That’s where the dirt, the mold, and the bruising live.
The First Layer (The Seed): This is the core. The deep underground. This is where the event actually happened—the raw, stinging truth of it before anyone touched it. This is where the flavor lives.
The Second Layer (The Dilution): This is where we move away from the heart. Here, the story is handled and "cleaned up" by authorities, scholars, filmmakers, and the occasional smug monk with an agenda. They trim the edges to fit their narrative, peeling away the bits they don’t like until the truth starts to lose its flavor.
The Third Layer (The Outer Skin): This is the part exposed to the world. It’s where stories survive only as tangled, bruised fragments of what once was. It’s covered in the dirt and mold of public opinion... and yet, tragically, this is the layer most people take for Gospel.
Our Mission: Rebels, Innovators, and Hidden Lore
We’re cutting through the layers and cutting out the middleman. We’re going back to the root, to the seed, to bring you the history of the rebels, the innovators, the pirates, and the 'witches' who dared to exist outside the lines. We’ll be discussing everything from Hecate and the Jinn to the modern magic we practice today.
Join the Descent
So, I invite you to join us as we explore the depths of the 13th Floor. Over the coming weeks, we’ll be unpicking the threads of history, one story at a time. Whether you’re here for the forgotten lore, the bickering of the crew, or just to see if Jack finally remembers how he actually died—you’re welcome here.
Stay curious, stay rebellious, and mind the shadows. They like to listen.
Until the lanterns flicker again,
Welcome to The 13th Floor at Rascality 13—we're glad you found us.
Winky (Proprietress of the Winking Witch Inn)