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Date: Fri, 29 May 1998 20:32:44 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Cecelia Westrich
email Writer3987@aol.com
My aunt, Calley, grew up in a small town in Kentucky. She is not my mother's sister, but she was married to my mother's brother. Her father was dead and she and her brother lived alone with their mother. Calley's grandmother lived two streets over from her and getting to her house took about 10 minutes. But it was an even quicker trip for my aunt if she simply went over the fence at the back of her yard and walked along the railroad tracks until she came to the back of her grandmother's house. However, Calley's mother did not like her doing this as she was terrified of hoboes who she thought loitered along the tracks. She was constantly warning Calley about the hoboes and telling her what horrible things could happen to a little girl if she happened to encounter a hobo. Well, like all little girls, my aunt only listened with half and ear to these warnings. One day, Calley's mother had to go to take care of her younger sister who had just had a baby. It had not been! ! an easy birth and the baby wasn't doing well and Calley's mother was the only one who could come and help. Calley was told that when she came home from school, she should do her homework and when her brother came in from baseball practice, they should both walk around through the streets to their grandmother's house where the grandmother would give them their dinner and they would stay until their mother came for them. Calley did as she was told, setting up her books to work on the kitchen table. She poured herself some milk and took some cookies out of the cookie jar and settled down to do her lessons while waiting for her brother. She was very tired and after having her milk, she put her head down on her book and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was dusk and the kitchen was almost dark. She didn't know where she was for a few seconds. Then, as she realized where she was and that she had fallen asleep, she also realized that her brother wasn't home yet. Just to be ! ! sure, she turned on lights and went through the rooms of the little house calling his name, but he wasn't there. So she called her grandmother on the phone. Sure enough, her brother was there. He had gone there straight from school because he hadn't paid attention to what their mother had told them to do. The grandmother said that dinner was almost ready and that Calley should come right over. She was very hungry and didn't feel like walking around through the streets, so she hopped over the fence at the back of the yard and started down the railroad tracks toward her grandmother's house. It was nearly dark, but she wasn't even thinking about being scared. Suddenly, in the distance, she saw a dark figure coming toward her. Her heart started to thump painfully. A hobo, she thought, in a panic of fear. She looked around quickly. There was no place to go. The sides of the track were pretty well closed in with high fences, and besides the "hobo" seemed to be approachin! ! g at a very high rate of speed. Calley could see her grandmother's back fence, but she knew she'd never make it before meeting up with what she could now see was a black-hooded figure. But when the figure drew up even with her grandmother's yard, it stopped and just seemed to hang in the air. She was close enough now to see it really good, and the hood slipped from the head of the apparition. Calley could see nothing but a skull. She tried to scream, but her voice was stuck in her throat. And then she realized that the figure was pointing to her grandmother's house. Then suddenly it was gone. Calley ran to her grandmother's house as fast as she could and just as she came in, her grandmother was hanging up the phone and wiping tears away with a tissue. She turned sad eyes to Calley and told her that her Aunt's baby girl had just died. My aunt Calley is now 75 years old, but to this day she says she saw the face of death!