strange habit where every morning she would walk to the edge of town with her walking stick and it be a fork in the road leading to hell and she would always drove her stick in the air he would drop to the ground she would look at her stick scoop it up and then walk down one of the 2 paths and she would do this every morning for her walk. so finally a neighbor who sees her and then he comes over and he says you know you do this every morning you get to the fork in the road you tore your stick you pick it up 