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SOME' MORE GHOSTS ... The four students across the hall wanted to borrow a yardstick. They were building a double decker bed. I agreed to furnish the yardstick if they would furnish a ghost story for this week’s column.I know something that really happened, said the boy from Greensboro, but you may not believe it's true”.‘Sounds good. Go ahead.''There used to be a dangerous mdcrpass on the highway from Greensboro to High Point. It was only two lanes wide. It’s been fixed now, but it really was a mighty bad place for a wreck. One night a boy and girl were driving from Greensboro to High Point and got in a wreck and the girl was killed. They belonged to an older set than our crowd, but I knew several of their friends. Aboy named C was one of them.He was driving over to High Point one night and saw a girl standing beside the road near the place where the wreck had happened. You'd have to know C to understand why he would pick up a girl who was bumming; but he did. He picked up this girl. She dldnt' say anything except that she wanted to get out when they to Jamestown. She looked ex-xr..y like the dead girl and had some of the same mannerisms, andC was awfully curious abouther. When she got out of the car he tried to see which way she went but she had evidently gone too quickly for him, because there was no sign of her. Of course there was no idea in his mind that she was the same girl, because C had gone to the funeral himself and he knew that it was just a carious coincidence. It was so very curious, however, that he mentioned it late that night when he was back in Greensboro in a drug store. Another boy was standing nearby and said that he had had exactly the same experience with one difference: the girl was at Jamestown when he saw her and asked to be let out of the car when they reached the underpass when they reached a spot near the underpass. Since that time there have been several such rides. One person tried to question the girl, but she never says anything. You might say the thing is still going on. The girl always looks like the dead girl, always wears the same clothes, always appears at approximately the same hour as the wreck . . and the oddest thing of all is that . . at least so far as we have heard . . she has never bummed a ride with anyone except the members of the same social crowd, the same age crowd that ran around with the girl who was tailed in the wreck.”“I know a ghost story, said the boy from Virginia. “It was told uti by an old colored man who usee’ to be a slave. It happened on e plantation near Chester, Virginia. The man who owned the plantation bought a big Negro straight off a slave boat The Negro was such a great big man that everybody who saw him was afraid o: him, and he was equally distrust ful of them. He had no knowledge of English, even speaking English and his owner’s wife was too mucl afraid of him to have him taught Finally he was sent off to run a grist mill, as it was found he could not even get along with hi: own race. His owner understooi him, fixed a place for him to sleep up over the mill, and made him understand that he was to come tc the town for supplies whenever his food gave out. After several years his owner died. The big Negrc Vrould come for his supplies as usual, but his owner’s widow was ho cruel to him (because of her tear) that his trips came fewer and fewer and eventually ceased. Months later a group of men decided to investigate his absence. Whey found his body, covered with green slime, in the upper floor ofthe mill. It was believed that he had taken poison. He was buried, but someone discovered later that his body had been removed from the grave. His owner’s widow claimed that she saw the big man afterward, that he appeared to her and told her he was going to poison her, and it wasn't long before other people claimed to have seen him. Each time he was covered with green slime, and each time he threatened to poison the person who saw him. And if you want to see him, I can tell you where it happened. They say he still appears.”Heres’ your yardstick,” I said. “And please go home before I start having nightmares.”
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Roanoke Rapids Herald
Roanoke Rapids, North Carolina, US
Thu, Mar 12, 1942
Page 13
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