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Date: Fri, 6 Jun 1997 08:00:54 -0700 (PDT)
To: obiwan@netcom.com
From: Patrick Barden (absga@elbertonga.com)
Subject: Grave Matters
My mother is a great fan of ghost stories, but her favorites are spooky stories about haunted graves and graveyards. Here are three that mother related to me that are from the areas where she lived as a child.
The Devil's Head
Across the street from my mother lived a couple named Clasky. She had a reputation for being well endowed both in regards to her bust and her temper. She was in essense a very hateful woman. Her husband was somewhat the eternal henpecked husband. One evening when the woman and her daughter had returned from shopping they found Mr. Clasky's body in the kitchen, with the remains of his brain dripping from the ceiling. Mr. Clasky had finally gotten up the nerve to do something and then shot himself.
The funeral was nice enough and the stone marker was quite attractive. that is until the next day. On the front right hand corner of the stone a stain appeared in the shape of a classic devils head; angled mouth, horns, pointed ears, and chin. Attempts were made to remove the stain. Finally an attempt was made to chip the stain away. The stain went all the way to the core of the stone.
A new stone was purchased and used to replace the first. The next day the stain was back and once again had sunk to the very core of the stone. A number of attempts have been made to replace the stone. The mark is still there, I know, I have seen it.
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Friends Forever
In the same graveyard is a stone aproximately 10 feet high with smooth sides in a shape similar th the Washington Monument. There are no designs other than the name and dates at the bottom of one side. The monument was for a 16 year old girl who died in a horse riding accident. Horse riding was her passion, she was known to spend hours riding, and caring for her horse. One fateful day something spooked the horse and he reared. She was killed instantly. The horse was later put down by the grieving family
The stone used for the monument was of a very even coloring with no distinctive marks. The day after the funeral the shading appeared. The perfect silouette of a girl on the back of a rearing horse. Over time the shadows have appeared idetically on all four sides of the monument. It is not paint and this type of granite doesn't change color naturally. Who knows, buit it appears that these two friend are still together.
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This last story is not what one would consider as being spooky so much as sweet in a spirited sort of way.
The Little Lost Baby
In one of the towns where my mother grew there was a large mill run by a wealthy family. Due to this families influence the twon had a number of special previleges normally reserved for much larger towns. One of these was a rail station.
One night some few years after the civil war the train stopped and a sad parcel was left behind. The body of a dead newborn girl. She had been wrapped in cloth and left in a basket at the entrance of the mill, which was only a short few yards from the station. No one could discover who the child might belong to, so the town pitched in to provide a grave and marker for their "Littl Lost Baby". Shortly after the funeral flowers began to appear on the grave. Also someone was keeping the grave cleared and cared for. People watched and waited but never saw the person who nightly cleaned the grave and left fresh flowers. This was back during the civil war and to this very day every morning, rain or shine regardless of the weather their are fresh flowers and a clean marker for the "Little Lost Baby". Also to this very day, no one has ever been seen or caught caring for the grave.
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I hope you like my tales
Sweet dreams and "spirited" rest
Patrick B.