I am going to share with you three folktales/hainttales or whatever you prefer to call them that have been in my mother's family for years. My Great-Grandfather was Robert E. Lee Fraley; after his first wife my Great-Grandmother Verlina Sturgill Fraley passed away Grandfather Robert married my Grandfather Dewey Smith's youngest sister Virginia "Virgie" Smith. Robert and Virgie Smith Fraley had 4 children together; the last children they had were twin girls named Ella and Alice who were born 2 weeks apart and both passed away. My Great-Grandmother Virgie went into a deep-depression at the lost of her babies; but being a good wife and knowing harvest time had come she told Great-Grandfather Robert to go on and get the corn in from the fields. My mother, Uncle Curt, and Aunt Mavis were all helping Great-Grandfather Robert get the corn in. They told me that Great-Grandpa got very quiet and was staring at something a few rows over. After a bit he turned to them and said, "Let us go to the house children, Mother is gone. I have just seen her hoeing with a golden hoe." When they returned to the house my Great Grandmother Virgie Smith Fraley had died in her sleep. 2) It had been a very busy day of canning at my Grandma's home on Rocky Branch in Elliott Co.,KY. This was before Gramma got a gas stove and you all know how hot those big old wood cookstoves could make a house. I had stepped outside to sit on the porch---standing leaning against the first tree in my Grandparent's yard was a man wearing dark pants--a lighter colored shirt--sometype of vest over it---and what looked like a felt hat. I stood there staring at him and he tipped his hat at me. I went into the house where Gramma and Grandpa where having their milk and bread and told them there was a man standing under the tree in the front yard and he seemed friendly as he had tipped his hat at me. Grandpa picked up his napkin--wiped his mouth--and said, "That fellow has been standin' under that tree tippin' his hat for over 50 yer---sit on down here and he'll go along directly." That calm--is how Grandpa said that. I have never forgotten that man's face and often wish I was an artist so I could draw a picture of him leaning against that tree that dark night. 3) There legend of the "Death Horses" that run around my Grandparents home I have heard all my Life. I have never heard the "Death Horses" and do not understand why my family calls the sounds that--they do not seem to be an omen of death. I am told my Mom and the other members of the family that have heard them, that the horses start way back at the head of the holler and then start running very fast toward the house. I am told you can hear their breathe from the hard running they are doing--after they reach Gramma and Grandpa's home the horses circle it---sometimes for a few minutes sometimes for as long as an hour---then they are heard going back up the holler the way they started. Many people in Elliott County KY are afraid of my Grandparents home because of the Legend of the Death Horses. Do any other families here on Legends have folktales of omens and ghosts in their family? Thank you, Ramona