Sir Richard's Ghost Stories! -
The Strange
Sir Richard
is a long-time surfer of The-Strange. His stories appear on other
pages of The Strange. To know him is to love
him. Below are some of his accounts. He has
informed us that he has many more stories to tell, so check
back here to read them all!
"THE HANGING
MAN"
It all started when I was about 16 years
old, we use to hang out on the corner and tell lies, and
things like that. There was a house across the street that
belonged to an old man; the story was he hung his self when
his wife left him.
One night, it was late
summer; you could hear the frogs down by the river and
crickets chirping. Everything was normal except we were
quiet in are chatter. We heard a noise like a rope, with
something
Heavy hanging from it, I think you know
the sound.
We joked about it; we didn't think
anything about it, so we all went home. Same thing happened
the next night. This went on for a week. It was Saturday; we
were all there, Dave, Bobbie, myself, and this old timer we
called stiffie. Now stiffie was the guy that knew all the
history of the area.
We heard the sound again,
Stiffie, said," this is the night old man Jenkins hung his
self. I asked what time of day was it that he hung himself?
Stiffie said it was around midnight, but he was not found
until the next day when the bank opened, I guess people saw
him hanging there and called the police.
It wasn't long after that
Stiffie said, "look over there you guys"! I turned around a
looked and as plain as day you could see old man Jenkins
hanging from a rope off his porch, swinging back and forth,
it wasn't like a real vision, he looked like transparent,
everyone took off even Stiffie ran for the bar we were
standing in front of. After that no one spoke a word about
happened that night, this is the first time I spoke of it.
SIR RICHARD
The Ghost That Pointed
A friend of mine was siting at his table
having coffee, when this spirit looking like a reaper, stood
in his doorway and pointed out side. Now Russ is a religious
person so he said be gone and it left.
Russ's family always see things
that will happen or did happen.
The reaper showed up
again and pointed outside, this was a week later. Russ
followed the reaper out side. Russ went to speak to the
reaper and as soon as he did it disappeared.
A week later it
came back. This time it pointed to a pick that was setting
in the corner of his porch. Russ picked up the pick and
followed the reaper to the yard. The reaper pointed to a
place in the yard; Russ dug he said the ground was soft like
clay. Russ spoke again the reaper left. Russ told me the
next time he will not speak and do as he is instructed by
the reaper. Weeks go by and we forgot all about the event.
Again he shows up, again Russ takes the pick and digs in the
same spot as before. He dug for a while and Russ asks what
he is looking for? The reaper leaves.
The next day Russ and
I go to the back yard and there where Russ was digging was a
solid slab of cement, with pick marks where it looked like
someone was digging in fresh cement. Russ went to deeds to
see if something had happened to the owner.
He found
out a man buried his wife under the cement slab in the yard.
Russ was never bothered again.
SIR RICHARD
STOVE PIPE PETE
I
moved to Rices Landing when I was about 16.
The place actually has a curb called
dead mans curve, or Horseshoe curve, it depends on who you
talk to.
Legend has it that an old man
called StovePipe Pete, lived down by the tracks was killed
by a train and his head was cut off in the process. He
haunts the hollow around the curve. You go around
midnight and stand next to the guardrail and Yell his name
three times and you'll hear the train and hear him
screaming.
Of course no one I knew was brave
enough to do it, but on the other hand I've been through
worse, so I figured Id try it. I talked a friend to go as a
witness.
Waited for midnight, called his name
three times, nothing, I told Dave “see this was just a bunch
of bull!
We were on our way to the car, I
heard the train, heard the screaming, saw Dave running down
the road. I went to the rail and looked over to see if II
could see anything. The screaming was getting louder; Dave's
screams were getting farther away.
I didn't wait to see the out come of the
screams I figured that if I did, Dave would be in the next
town before I caught him, anyway I really didn't want to
know.
SIR RICHARD
STICKY
A small town there was a man called
Sticky. He looked like a rag doll all sewed up from some
accident he had I'm not sure what it was though. He was
supposed to kill little boys and eat their flesh to make his
own whole again. This is what my great aunt told us anyway.
He was dead and gone when we were young.
We heard this story a lot from local
kids, stories to make them behave I thought.
Every Sunday we ate dinner at my
aunt's house, always leaving before dark, cause my father
worked early the next day. Stichie never came out until
night.
One Sunday we stayed until
midnight and on the way home we saw a man walking along the
road.
The car lights hit his
back, he turned and I saw his face, all stitched up and he
was carrying a bag.
My dad almost wrecked the car from the
sight.
Dad said, “Son we just met Stichie.
Sir
Richard
