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Hanging Ghost In a little country town around the year nineteen hundred a legend was told by the towns Elders. Near a very big tree that stood on the side of the old road. Down below the big tree was the railroad tracks. Near that big tree there was a cold spot on the road. The horses would sense this and refuse to pass. They would stop to buck up they sensed something they did not like. If you were in a wagon or on their backs you would have to lead them around the spot to get them to pass. The legend was the big tree was once used as a hanging tree in the eighteen hundreds. This would certainly explain the horses reactions. In the little town around the same time. The residents were talking about being followed at night. They said they could hear foot steps behind them. Although this Ghost was never seen they knew when he was near by they could feel his eerie presence. One night my great Uncle was walking back to his home when he heard foot steps behind him. He walked on for a moment or two then the fright took over and he began to run homes. When he reached the safety of his home he immediately locked the door. Just as he locked the dead bolt latch the door knob turned. After a couple of minutes the Ghost walked off the porch and away. It has been years since I've been back to that town. I don't know if the big tree is still standing or not. Or whether the cold spot is still on that old road. This story was based on fact. BY: Kings
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