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Submitted by Bill Crocker
"The Lady Of Bluff Spring"
The story has been told over and over for years of a lady that was burned alive. It was told that her ghost still roamed at night down by the lake. My brave friends and I decided to go down to the bluff at this small river and spend an all nighter. Everything was quiet for a while. We only heard the night noises. Around 2:00am the fog began rolling in across the river. We could hardly see a foot in front of us. At about 3:00 am we heard what sounded like a woman screaming. The horrifying scream would give you chill bumps. Looking around we saw a woman in a white flowing gown on fire running down the hillside. When she got to the buff she jumped and landed in the water close to us then disappeared under the water. We left and never went back but to this day other people have reported similar sighting of the same woman.
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If You Want To Marry My Daughter
Submitted by KateMarie Collins
Bit of history. My mom was married, had my sister and me, then they divorced. She moved back to her hometown and met my dad. That’s when the legend of ‘don’t mess with Grandma’ began.
My grandma wasn’t a tall woman. She maybe stood 5’2” on a good day. And, like a lot of women in the family, she had a longer torso and short legs. Though she often remarked that she wasn’t short, her legs were the perfect length to reach the ground.
My dad, on the other hand, was about a foot taller than she was and outweighed her by probably close to 100lbs. Here’s the legend about their first meeting before the wedding went.
Grandma: So, you want to marry my daughter? Fine. But first you have to Indian wrestle me.
Dad: What? No, ma’am. I can’t do that. I don’t want to hurt you.
Grandma: Wedding’s off, then!
Dad: What? No…I love your daughter and her daughters! Please reconsider!
Grandma: Then you have to wrestle me.
Dad (resigned): Fine.
Now, for those of you who don’t know what ‘Indian wrestling’ was, it involved two combatants. Both lay down on the floor. Starting with 1, they’d each raise the leg closest to the other. At 3, they locked legs and tried to flip their foe.
So, here’s my dad and grandma, side by side on the floor. Bear in mind, I wasn’t even 2 yet so I have no memory of this. My grandpa started to count, “1, 2, 3!”
My grandma, with her shorter legs, forced my dad to come to her. Which made him off balance and he found himself flung into the closest corner!
Grandma got up, dusted herself off, and said, “Okay, you can marry her.”
The Man in the Plaid Shirt
Submitted by Vicki-Ann Bush
Several years ago we had sold our first house before the new one we were building had been finished. My parents offered to let us stay with them for a few months until the house was complete.
Shortly after we moved in, I started seeing the apparition of a man wearing a plaid shirt. Sometimes it was red and other times green. He often walk down the hallway to the bedrooms or in the outside courtyard in the front of my parents home. Because this is something that is common for me, I wasn't alarmed and never mentioned it. Years later when my mom and I were having coffee together, she brought up the man in the plaid shirt that she used to see. I was shocked. We had both been seeing the same apparition.
A few days later, I was telling my eldest daughter the story. I didn't mentioned the plaid shirt, just that we had seen the same thing. Her reply was, "Oh, do you mean the man in the plaid shirt?"
She had seen him too. None of us ever saw him again after we moved out of the house, so we believe he's attached to the dwelling. But I always thought it was so funny that because we had grown so accustomed to occurrences like this in our lives, not one of us mentioned it to the other.
Now we do make it a point to share our encounters. But I still wonder to this day, who he was and why he was bound to that house.