One of the ghost stories in Georgetown is about a so-called "witch" who lived in Pawleys Island.  Long, ago, there lived a beautiful, young, happy, and really friendly widow. She lived in a very big, nice, oceanfront house with plenty of servants and maids. As a young girl, she would roam the island searching for herbs and spices. She used the herbs and spices that she collected for cooking recipes and home remedies.  Everybody was so shocked to find that the girl had a love for all sorts of whiskey. It completely took over her life.
    She soon had to give up her beautiful home. She had to move in an ugly, torn down shack down at the south end of Pawleys Island.  Everyone who saw her was shocked and sometimes frightened by her appearance. She had dyed her old and torn dress black, to hide how ugly and aged it looked. She wore a large black hat that cast a shadow over her face. Anyone who was brave or curious enough to attract her attention received a great shock. The old widow would raise her head and look them full in the eye, mesmerizing them before she let loose a high and earsplitting cackle.  Stories about the strange and evil-looking widow began to spread across the island, on the mainland, and even all the way to Georgetown.
    A young man who was lovesick and very shy found out about the widow. He was eager to win the affections of a young woman who lived in Pawleys Island.  Very early one morning, he set out to find the old woman.   He reached his hand to knock.  The door jerked open.  Just as the rumors said, she threw back her head in a shrieking laugh. But in a shaky voice, he managed to say, "I need a love potion."  She told him that if he would bring her a bottle of whiskey, she would make a potion for him.
    He brought her the whiskey, and she had the potion ready for him. She took the whiskey from him and made him drink half of the potion. She told him to give the other half of it to the girl. The young man was so excited.  He gave the other half of the potion to the girl, and it had an immediate affect. Before long they were engaged to be married. Much to the young man’s surprise he soon found that he could not stand the sight of the girl. The young man broke the engagement, but the girl continued to follow him everywhere. He found that the only way to get rid of her was to leave town. When the girl found out that he had left she drowned herself in the ocean.
    After that happened, the widow was often seen digging up something in her yard, but no one knew what. After the old widow’s death, her shadow could still be seen on the side of her house. The shadow looked like it was digging. On a very still night, or when the wind is blowing from the west, one may even hear the high, eerie, blood-chilling, cackling laugh of the old widow woman.