Upper Mid West, USA. This story is one of my earliest memories. I was most likely 3, being watched by the neighbor girl across the street in the attic of their garage. (Ah the 70's...) She told this story, and I pictured the head tumbling down the ladder. (Their last name was also Ladder.)

The thing is, I couldn't ever get past how the ribbon could possible keep her head on if it was tied in a bow around her neck. Lost my willful suspension of disbelief at an early age!