Now the accused witch roams the woods at West Branch. She is sighted from time to time, always clad in a flowing black gown and a black scarf. Over the years the stones on her grave have been scattered, but a layer still remains which cannot be disturbed.
A separate story is attached to the witch's grave, which once had the "As you are now so once was I," poem engraved on it. It used to be a rite of passage for local kids to drive out to the "Witch's Graveyard" at night and chip off a piece of the stone to take home as a souvenir. According to the story, a group went one night, and all but one of them took a piece of the stone. On their way home they died in a car accident at the intersection of 14 and 59--all but the one kid who protested and refused to take a piece of the stone. Ever since then, bad luck has followed anyone who dares to desecrate the witch's graveyard.