“She lived on the outskirts of town, living off the land and keeping her distance from the villagers. Her mother had been accused of being a witch and was killed when she was barely twelve. She wanted nothing do to with them, but also did not want to give them a reason to come near her cottage.
This changed when she fell in love with the tanner's son. He would bring her leather and she would pay him, but each time he did so he would stay longer and longer. Their love blossomed like spring flowers and after several months he stayed and went to bed for her. When she awoke, he was gone but had left a note asking her to marry him. Her heart was elated.
The boy's father noticed his absence and discovered their secret love. Furious, he gathered a few other men and went to the cottage. He dragged her by her hair, screaming in her face that she was a witch like her mother, and brought her to a stump in the woods. There, held down by the other men, she was decapitated with a forester's axe.
The land immediately filled with an unnatural fog and the men fled back to town. Every night and day the fog stayed, encircling the fated stump, her blood never wiped from the rings on its surface. After many seasons, the tanner's son was near the woods and heard a wailing voice. He followed it, his heartbeat dictating the rhythm of his boots till he came to the stump. He immediately knew its significance and fell upon it in tears. Then and only then her spirit was released, her soul freed from the curse of haunting the thicket where she died.” -M.D. Walter