Since it's October, and Halloween is coming, I thought I'd throw in our ghost experience here.
I live just off the peak of a big ol' hill, a lot of folks call it a mountain, but it's just part of the foothills.
About 300 yards toward the peak from my front door, is a pioneer cemetary, enclosed with a chain-link fence, and in it are the original homesteaders from the early-mid 1800's, many still-born and infant children from the 1800's through just into the 20th century, civil war dead, WW1 dead, and people in between.
It is prominant from my front deck, located on my neighbors farm, and his house is about 1/4 mile down the other side of the peak.
A while back, Mrs. RogMar and I had awakened in the wee hours of morning, and took our coffee to the front deck to view stars whilst getting caffienenated.
In the quiet of the country night, we heard a dog crying, coming from the cemetary. It lasted until it started to get light.
We thought that was strange.
About 4 days later, up early again, this scenario was repeated, and the dog cried until first light.
The next day, I saw my neighbor in town, and mentioned this. He got a surprised look on his face and said, "You've heard that too?".
When I affirmed this, my usually semi-calm cajun neighbor began babbleing about how it was happening every morning, had been going on for awhile, and he was worried it was a hurt pup.
He always gets up before sunrise, so I of course took him as a reference.
So, one night after making sure a new bottle of bourbon was truely up to Jim Beam's standards, I made the commitment to find this dog.
Ya know, we've all made such great decisions at those times.
I set the alarm for 4:00 A.M., got up, chugged down some coffee, grabbed a rifle and a spotlight, and went outside....sure enough...dog crying.
Got in the truck, and drove up to the cemetary.
Got out of the truck......no dog crying.
Went into the cemetary (Uh..yeah...I *was* scared), and looked around....nothing.
Got up on the cab of the truck and scanned the area....nothing.
Went back to the house, got out of the truck, and I hear the dog crying.
I've been up there on foot twice since, and so has my neighbor. He even went so far as to drag a harrow rake around the perimeter of the cemetary to have a fresh dirt bed for prints, gone up when the dog is crying, and has found pretty much everything that lives around here but a dog.
When one approaches on foot, it quits when you get about 25 yards from the cemetary.
Is this the slyest dog in the world, that's able to leap over 20 feet of roughed up dirt?
Or is it the ghost of some dog missing it's long-dead companion?
I recalled the hell hounds that Robert Johnson made famous. Had someone in there been to the "crossroads" in their day?
I don't know. Both my neighbor and I and our wives have scouted the far-out perimeter to make sure it's really coming from where we think it is, and we're drop-dead sure of that.
With the late hour of sunrise recently we've had a lot of opportunity to hear it, and it remains a mystery.
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