"The Ghost of Mrs. Dickerson"...

    There was an old cabin...tucked way back into the forest....down the road from our place...the Dickerson's.  It had been moved onto the property...years ago.  The story as told to me by an old lumberjack logger...

     Mr. & Mrs. Dickerson had just finished their daily chores...and the supper dishes.  Both had just settled down into their comfortable rocking chairs...when Mrs. Dickerson noticed something outside.  She rose from her chair...and went to the window...and outside it was getting very dark...the wind getting stronger.  She told her husband..."It looks like we're going to have a storm coming up out there".  A strange flashing of light was visible through the heavily forested trees surrounding their cabin...it was similar to what they called "heat lightening"...covering the entire sky...but yet...it was somehow frighteningly different.  As she stood there...the wind grew stronger...and the frequency of the flashes became faster and more intense...  She quickly went around to all of her windows to close the shutters...and drew the curtains closed.  They did not have a storm cellar...the house sat on just a "crawl space"... 

     The two of them were very concerned...in all of the many years they had lived there....they didn't ever remember a storm coming up like this.  The wind and the storm grew very strong...they could hear branches and debris hitting the outside of the house now...they decided to sit in their rocking chairs...to ride out the storm.  Suddenly a loud crash..."BANG !!!"  a bolt of lightening crashed through the roof...and struck Mr. & Mrs. Dickerson sitting in their chairs.

     Days later...friends started to inquire as to the whereabouts of the Dickerson's.  A group of men decided to go by wagon to the Dickerson home to investigate....Trees had been blown over Santo Rd. making it difficult going.  They finally had to go on foot...through the forest on a path to their house.  When they finally arrived...the house was in a shambles...shutters torn off the hinges...shingles strewn all about...and the screen door barely still intact.  They pushed there way through the debris on the porch...and opened the door to the house.  In the middle of the living room...there was a bright light coming from above...a large black hole was in the ceiling....and a very large hole in the floor...No one seemed to be around in the home.   Then...one of the men looked down through the hole in the floor with a flashlight.   "LOOK...THERE IS BLOOD !!!".  Afterwards the county sheriff determined that the Dickerson's must have been killed by that weird storm...

     Well...I told this story to my family at the campfire..."Oh yeah, Dad...we don't believe a word of that one...I said..."Oh Yeah???...tomorrow I will take you over there and show you.  That night mom started to plot with Debbie as to what we were going to do...She made Deb a ghost costume complete with a white sheet with holes for mouth and eyes.  I got a large tow chain to wrap around her neck...Deb was taken over to the house and given instructions..."When the boys are brought over to the house...and look at the hole in the floor...and I say.."LOOK...THERE IS THE BLOOD !!!".............the ghost was supposed to come out of the kitchen yelling..."I AM THE GHOST OF MRS. DICKERSON....WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!!!   mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmThe boys...never heard a word Deb said.....They were too busy running down the path.....home.