This was about the half-way point of the Old Trace. If you are going to see any ghosts on the Trace you will probably see them here. We didn't see any but liked the sign. It says: The very name conjures up images of eerie midnights, swirling black capes, and brooms stacked against a nearby tree! The old folks say the witches once gathered here to dance, and that wherever their feet touched the ground the grass withered and died, never to grow again. Impossible? Maybe so, but look around, look for a hidden spot where no grass grows.