The Witch's Butt

When you are a child growing up in a new suburb, you are left with pretty much NO folklore... or very little. So inevitably, in order to creep yourself out on some level, to add to the wind and falling leaves, the general spooky atmosphere of the Fall.... you invent lore. Ours was the witch's butt tree. If you happened to be neighborhood kid in the 1980s, you had the distinct privilege of experiencing this on the Halloween haunted house tour... at our suburban house. Virginia Beach also has the distinction of being a "suburb" without a downtown city to be "suburb" to. (and I always give my friend the little brother she always wanted in my pictures)