It is said she was once a beautiful lady who would stop at nothing to preserve her looks, going so far as to consult a witch over the condition of her crowning glory, her ankle-length hair. The hair remains, beautiful, living and glossy, though of the lady all that is left is a skull thinly covered in dried flesh and skin that demands brushing and braiding worthy of a queen. Should she be refused or the epic task completed to less than her exacting standards, the unfortunate passer-by will be found the next morning, choked and strangled to death by her wild tangles of living hair.