The Witch of Tuckertown

Located in Montgomery County, there once was a small milling community which was known as Tuckertown. Though the town was destroyed by flood, it was said that an old witch resided in the town, wreaking havoc on the residents whenever they crossed her.

Ann Blackhand, or Old Ann, became known as the witch of Tuckertown, was known to cast spells on people and animals alike. If a beloved pet or a farm animal became sick, or even worse, died, Old Ann was blamed more often than not. When a townsfolk marriage broke up unexpectedly, it was because Ann had cast a spell on them.

In one instance, a farmer in town started having unexplained problems with his milk cows. After trying everything he could think of, he finally turned to a friend for help. Immediately his friend remembered seeing Old Ann lurking around his homestead weeks before. Upon investigating, the farmer found peculiar stakes driven into the ground around the cows grazing area. After pulling up the pegs that the witch had so carefully planted, his milk cows began producing right away.

Old Ann continued to exalt her wrath on the town until one fateful night in June. What started as a quiet summer evening ended up as anything but.

Out of the darkness, intense screams pierced the night, coming from the direction of Ann’s house. Concerned about the disturbance, some women of the town headed over to her home.

When they entered the witches bedroom, they found the old woman thrashing around and convulsing. Suddenly a chair was tossed over by an invisible force, and one passerby reported seeing a large round black ball come flying out of the room, down the stairs and out the front door.

After that night, it’s said that Old Ann was relieved of the evil that had plagued her for so long. She lived out the rest of her life, never again a nuisance to the people of Tuckertown.

Not too long after, the town flooded. What was once a prosperous milling town now lies under the water of the Yadkin River. What happened to the darkness that emitted from Ann Blackhand that night? Does it still linger around what is now the Tuckertown Reservoir? Or was it washed away, during the flood of 1962, along with everything else?