Some years before Heather Donahue, Joshua Leonard and Michael Williams hiked into Maryland's Black Hills forest to shoot a documentary on the Blair Witch, another student, Cece Malvey, disappeared in the same forest around Burkittsville, but was later found unconscious in a dry river bed. Malvey told strange stories about the woods which he claimed to have heard from the Blair Witch herself. Met with disbelief, he illustrated these tales himself and published them as "Wood Witch Said". Horribly traumatised by his experiences, Malvey committed suicide but his powerful stories survive.
the following was written by BkKilla and I copied it here
Of the paths and trails that twist and wind in and out of reality, 'the' reality that we see through our windows, our windshields, our cameras, I listen to what echos from below. What on some visceral plane catches the corner of the eye from beneath the shadow of an old dead woods. The faded fear and mystic image of the woman in the woods is nothing new to the human mind, it is a truth...a reality in and of itself, and in us. Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell I should think would delight in this archetypal rising that is our Witch...our undefineable unsettledness. I'm sure they would most certainly agree that it is more 'real' than most may think. Cece Malvey was shown something of which he, to his utter frustration and eventual madness, could not explain, could not describe in any kind of way that would soothe the horrible things he was made to see. I find our parallels interesting enough in that like he, although not deaf and dumb, we are limited in our understanding and expression of what it is about the witch in the woods that stirs us so deeply. What it is about the silent presence of a figure hanging in the pines that reaches so deeply inward. Malvey called her the WoodWitch and he was often frustrated to tears that he and he alone knew when none could or would listen. He put to paper what he saw in those woods best he could and called it 'WoodWitchSaid'.
Should pale death with arrow dread Make the ocean caves our bed Though no eye of love might see Where that shrouded grave shall be Thou! who hear'st the surges roll Deign to save the suppliant soul
I think that student was much like Brody(Rustin Par Story) Poor kid lived the rest of his life ina mental institution. Those memories would drive anyone crazy! I think thay Elly kedward and the Woodwitch and the Blair witch are all the same! Even when the natives inhabited the surrounding areas no native would dare set foot on that land....somthing has been there for a long time. And the lives taken are adding to the evil forces!