The Old Haunted Graveyard (standard:Ghost stories, 1468 words)
Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer	Added: Apr 30 2007	Views/Reads: 3830/2380	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
ghost in the backwoods

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never be accounted for and remain lost and  missing...all these 
thoughts was coming in flashes , he was hearing his heart beat in his 
head fear does that to a man he thinks to himself...which old haunt 
would be stireing tonight he thinks, which one will give me the fear of 
death , will they chase a man till he die Flint wonders , will they 
scream the like many old demons do or will they follow him making no 
noise and rush him and take him down like a black bear would do a man 
,,his speed got faster as he pondered and the louder he was hearing his 
own heart beat ,this was troubling and  makeing  him feel even worst 
.he was getting closer and closer to the graveyard  the closer he got 
the faster he was walking and then walking turned into running and as 
he run faster he begain hearing a chain dragging steel against steel , 
the faster he ran the louder it got .. he zoomed passed the old 
graveyard in a flash , if this haunt that was behind him dragging a 
chain was going get him it would have to catch him at  a full run he is 
thinking to himself as he run he seem to regain lighting speed now 
...the lantern was jingling and he had a tight grip on it so he could 
make out where the wagon path was...flint was running for his life and 
that was a fact and the faster he run the louder the chain rattling was 
getting at last  he made it to his shack and just nearly busted down 
the door falling down on the floor tuckered out there before his wife 
she hollored what on earth is wrong she said looking excited at him  
and him busting threw to the inside of the shack,... he was getting his 
breath hard and then he said” a haunt dragging a chain got after me  at 
 the old graveyard ,, and it nearly caught me he gasped,,...you fool 
husband there on the floor is your haunt she said” while picking up a 
large hand full of bright silver steeples ,that had fell out of his 
pocket as he fell down after busting down the door, you beat everything 
 she said” looking at the large number of fenceing steeples she has in 
her hand. well at least that helped  me get pass that old haunted 
graveyard his chuckled” at his own words. your stew is warm on the cook 
stove you fool or should i say you coward.....flint smiles at his wife 
and like grandap Turner alway said: all is well that end


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