Eerie Story

Eerie Story

Eerie Story: Today we were up in the NC mountains looking for a story and we got more than our money’s worth.

14606369_1764178420488679_2160455798730108463_nIt was a cool morning and we were heading out to locate the spot known for the ‘Brown Mountain Lights’ for future reference.

On the road we stopped to admire an old farm house and take a few photos of the house and the horses. I could not resist petting the horses, but was soon distracted by a truck pulling up behind me. I turned to see my friend Debbie was already engaged in conversation with the old man in the truck.

Seeing this has a chance to learn the history of the old farm house I quickly abandoned the horses and joined her.

The man said his name was Tony Wilson, but that was not his real name, he changed his name when he moved to the mountains some 50 years ago. He said his real name quickly, it was Italian, but he refused to repeat it or spell it. Strange- what was he hiding from way up here in these hills?

14695306_1764178303822024_3602139332872001453_nI asked him about the house and learned it had been moved to that spot by horses and wagons in 1910. It was built for the Hamptons, who owned the funeral home.

Interesting enough, but when Deb asked if he had any problems with bears that is when it really got interesting.
The old man squinted his eyes and whispered, “Not bears, but the ‘killer’ is what worries me. I never go out of my house without my 224 or my shot gun.”

Deb and I looked at each other and then we encouraged him to tell us more. He told us that about a year ago, around 7:30 in the morning he was on his way to the barn, when he spied the ‘Killer’ in a low creeping position stalking 5 of his horse.
The ‘Killer’ according to him, was broad through the shoulders and chest, but narrow and lean toward his hunched up backside. He had long wiry black hair dusted with white spots. He reported the creature was at least 6 foot long with a long powerful tail.

14720473_1764178457155342_2153311369047766844_nHe said it was obvious the ‘Killer’ was an experienced hunter, hungry and prepared to make a meal on at least one of his horses. In desperation the old man begun to shout at the creature and it raised its ugly head given him only a brief look before it ran off into the woods.

I asked him if he thought that the creature might be the illusive black panther or painter told about in mountain lure. He denied that it had any resemblance to a cat, nor to a man.

Since that time people on the mountain have reported domestic animals missing, and finding half-eaten carcass of horses, cattle and deer.

True or False, I will not be camping on Brown Mountain. Oh, by the way he said the little dog’s name was Satan.14705804_1764178490488672_8650608103490847226_n

Much of what the pirates were saying I did not understand, but I comprehended two words “slaves” and “sale.”

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