I went to "Ghost Stories of Mississippi" & found a lot.  So if any one wants some short stories to tell you children or grandchildren this is it.   One good story/stories is about the Blood family.  It's about a family named Blood but it in another state.  For the folks on line, maybe you could copy a few of the stories & give to the children who comes to your door & they may read it when they get home & then they won't be able to go to sleep.  Oh, I'm being bad.     Peggy

Peggy, why don't we tell our own 'ghost' stories? I'll tell mine if you'll tell yours! :) My Dad had two strange happenings that he told. Back in the early 1930's he would help out his mother and grandmother by working at sawmills whenever he could pick up a day or two of work. I'm sure all of you know that sawmill work is hard, dirty, dangerous and with long hours. Once he was walking back home well after dark. The mill was set up back in the Kazey(Casey) Mountains way back behind Chapel Hill Church. As he was walking along in the dark a fish came swimming out of the woods just about chest high. The fish swam in front of him, then turned and headed up the road in the same direction. He said he was afraid to pass it, walk beside it or turn his back on it to run the other way. He said that no matter how fast or slow he walked that fish matched his speed. If he stopped the fish stopped and appeared to be swimming in place. He said he was scared out of his mind. Finally after a mile or so the fish slowly turned and swam back into the woods. He said he lit a shuck out of there and didn't look back. Another night, again coming back from a sawmill in the Kazey Mountains he was headed home. Everything was quiet (no fish in sight) when he started hearing someone walking a little behind him and to one side of the trail. He would stop, they would stop, he walked faster, they walked faster, slow down and they did too. He was seriously scared of who or what it was following him. Then suddenly something went thump, thump, thump thump behind him. He lit out running for all he was worth for home. Then suddenly he ran, whump, into something or someone. He nearly had a heart attack. When he jumped up to run again the old mule turned his head and brayed at him, he had run full speed into the rump of a mule! The noise behind him? It turned out to be a rabbit that had finally gotten tired of playing and had thumped the ground. I think it took a few years off my Dad's life! Now Daddy was a strict no drinking man so I don't think his fish came from a bottle. Until he died Daddy would tell those two tales and wonder aloud just what and where that fish came from. Jeannine Jeannine Kirkpatrick Smith On Thu, 27 Oct 2011, Peggy Palmertree wrote: >   >   > I went to "Ghost Stories of Mississippi" & found a lot.  So if any one wants some short stories to tell you children or grandchildren this is it.   One good story/stories is about the Blood family.  It's about a family named Blood but it in another state.  For the folks on line, maybe you could copy a few of the stories & give to the children who comes to your door & they may read it when they get home & then they won't be able to go to sleep.  Oh, I'm being bad.     Peggy > ------------------------------- > Visit the Palmertree Family History website at http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~palmrtre/index.htm > > > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to [email protected] with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message >