Witch's Marsh haunt

I don’t- wait, listen! She said in a hushed voice, as the squelchy sound of approaching footsteps caught her attention. She moved closer to her brother’s side as a precaution, noting that her sides were now less round; the weight of the children had fallen down, moved back and deeper into her gut. 

He called out, and Suzy listened- though she was perplexed that he admitted he was searching for an older woman. She could have sworn he’d called for Swordfish. She looked to her brother for his opinion. 

We are sorry, we t’ought you were looking for Swordfish- ‘ave you? But she didn’t finish. The man went on, urgency in his voice. Steals babies? Who steals babies? She asked. If there was a witch of the marsh who hung around, stealing children, then it was time for her to get out of there.