Supposedly in the 1800's sometime, the good folks burned this chick at the stake, before she died she said she would haunt the towns people. They buried her in the cemetary and put metal posts on the corners of the grave and put chain from post to post and there is a headstone that is about 3 1/2 ft tall it supposedly used to warn of the dangers of witchcraft ( its really weather beaten now and mostly smooth). They buried her and then a few days later they noticed that the chains were broken, they fixed the chain and in a few days, it was broken again, and they repaired it again.
A few days later, broken and they just decided to not mess with it any more. So they remain broken still just hanging there.
So after wandering around in the dark in a cemetary lookin for "the northwest corner" (thanks jackasses who wrote those articles, I know directions, and your "northwest corner" is just dark and spooky, and there isnt even a grave there. "Near the road in the middle by the trees....were there isnt a tree and you can see it from the road." or North, north west directionally). A side from the incorrectly identifying the highway it is off of, which is highway 34 not highway 30 - Hwy 30 is actually alot further north near Central City.
Finally, after stumbling around in the cemetery right up near the treeline, there it was. Just like in the picture only smaller, the posts are pretty much just the same size as a plot like you would imagine. No idea why I thought it was going to be big like shrine but that is kinda what I had thought.
After looking at the chains, and taking in the whole scene, I noticed that the grave marker had a dip right in the dead center of a flat top which was completely flat otherwise. I had something in my pocket that was exactly the same size- a glass pipe that I have had 11 yrs, for smoking this relaxing legal herbal blend. I took out the pipe and put it in the hole not only did it fit perfectly, it looked like a great place to fill up the bowl of the pipe.
So I filled it and walked around to the open side of the chains on the north and stood on the grave to smoke. It was more of a 'screw you I don't believe in this hokus pokus bullshit' than disrespect for the dead. But that was it, finished smoking and we left.

We then drove to this park to drink some more, (somewhere before the movie and during the movie was the first drinking) & look at the stars. So we walked to this picnic table and I set my pipe in the middle of the table and was explaining like the few constellations I know about and can find ...Orion, the Big and Little Dippers. It was a very still night, calm and cool but no windI looked down at the pipe on the table, which was entirely level. My pipe had not moved at all, and all of a sudden it started rolling toward the edge on my side of this picnic table and I just stood there and watched it roll 18 inches or so across the table from the center, toward me, and off the edge and right on the brace that holds up the bench part of the table up...breaking it.
My pipe the witch broke



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