People suspected her arrival, not through actual visits but through supposition and local intuition; the house had already developed a reputation, and she could only be at least slightly mad, at best. So they left her alone, except during full moons or at Halloween, took alternate paths rather than the shortcut to the river; and there she lived.
reading more the the amazing Atwood
and On the Way to the River / Laurence
weather the final ending of a too-melodramatic June