“Witch Wants To Dig, Let Her Dig Straight To Hell,” They Said
The woman who was buried head first, upside down in a vertical grave.
She ran with a pronounced limp, clutching her thin cloak as she fled back to her cottage as fast as her bad foot could hobble. Cuckoo Hall, the villagers called it, but it was neither a hall nor a cottage. It was a hovel. A dirt floor shack.