Blogs by Richard Region Arrington
Something changed him! Lord only knows what.
8/31/2009 3:09:46 AM
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This shadow was about the same size as a man but appeared to be distorted. My uncle focused his eye at the distorted image in the woods,
Although I am a very strong Christian and never was fully convinced in the validity of my grandfather’s ghost stories, I truly loved the story time and his ability to make my skin crawl. This one story he told was from this area of East Tennessee in the year 1934. My uncle (grandfather’s brother) was a man who loved the drink, and loved the money he made from creating his own drinks (Moonshiner.) In 1934 East Tennessee, times were very difficult and people did their best to make a living. My grandfather had a saw mill and farmed but still there was not much to go around. My uncle spent most of his time creating his drinks and shipping them to every back room bar he could find and running from “THE LAW.” My uncle spent 1931 in prison and went back to visit his friends for another stay in 1933. By 1934, my uncle was a well know creator of the best drinks in Northeast Tennessee and Western North Carolina. He was well know for crossing the state line in his 1932 Ford with his hair blowing in the wind and “THE LAW” on his tail.
My uncle loved to hunt for squirrels and rabbits over the weekend (a career man has to do something on the weekends to relax.) One fall night in 1934, my uncle kissed my aunt and headed out for his weekend hunting trip. Most often he would take his 22 rifle, his dog Fred and a bottle of his drink. (No need for food with a ridge full of squirrels.) My uncle put a plug of chewing tobacco in his cover all pocket and headed up the ridge. About two miles away, he found a very good camp spot and setup. He shot two squirrels by night fall and had them cooking over the fire. He opened his bottle of drink to wash down the gray squirrels who were unlucky enough to meet up with him that fall night. As he began to chew on the left leg of the first squirrel, a sound came from behind him. Who is that? A thought came to his mind. Is it THE LAW? This was his second thought. My uncle turned but there was nothing to be seen. A short period of time past and my uncle began to forget about the sound that came from behind him. As he began to eat his second squirrel, the sound came again. This time my uncle grabbed his 22 rifle and yelled “who is that?” but no voice returned. As my uncle moved in for a closer look, a shadow appeared. This shadow was about the same size as a man but appeared to be distorted. My uncle focused his eye at the distorted image in the woods, his heart began to race. “What is that? He thought. His heart began to race and sickening fear came over him as the image became clear. This “creature” came out of the shadow and had the “features of a man but the legs of a horse,” “Its eye’s were black.” My uncle ran from its sight and made his way down the ridge and toward home. The creature was behind him at the same pace. My uncle came to his cabin door and ran through it, breaking the door down. He made his way through the living room until he reached the bedroom. He could see my aunt, she was still asleep. My uncle ran to her bedside and attempted to wake her, but she would not wakeup. “What is wrong with her?” he thought. The sound of hoof steps reached the front door. My uncle, who was kneeled by my aunts’ bedside, began to crawl to the corner of the room. As he reached the corner, he began to cry and rolled up with his arms around his legs. He was looking toward the bedroom door as the sound of hoof steps came one by one across the wood porch. He looked toward my aunt who was still asleep and had never moved. My uncle put both hands over his face, as the hoof steps came through the living room and toward the bedroom door. The “Man, Creature, Demon” reached the door. Its black eyes could be seen by the firelight coming from the fireplace. This “Thing” looked over the bedroom as if it searched for my uncle. It scanned the room until its black gaze reached the location of my uncle. It stopped and appeared to smile but how could something so evil find pleasure in anything? The thing walked into the bedroom and came closer to my uncle. My uncle closed his eye but not before he caught glimpse of the hoofs, they were like looking at a small pony. My uncle was still in the rolled up position with his hands covering his eyes. He could feel this creature looking down at him as he began to pray. Yes, this man who had spent some thirty years fishing, boot lagging, hunting on Sunday morning, began to pray. He managed to get his breath which appeared to be trying to escape him. He began to pray, “Lord God, please forgive me.” Once these words came from my uncle’s mouth or mind (remember I was not there!) The thing turned and ran. My uncle sat there with tears running down his face and his heart racing.
Dawn came, finding my uncle still sitting in the corner. He had spent the rest of the night in silent prayer. My aunt awoke in surprise, why was her husband sitting in the bedroom floor and why was he crying? It was Sunday morning and my uncle managed these words, “Take me to church.” From that day forward, my uncle could be found an active member of his community church. He spent the remainder of his life as a farmer and never failed in his daily prayers. He and my aunt lived a long life together. Is this story true ? I don’t know! I was about ten years old when my uncle past away. I knew of his past and the fact he had been in prison. I went to visited him as a child. I could sometimes hear him in the woodshed, he would be crying out to the lord in his daily prayers. Something changed him! Lord only knows what.
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