Recount a couple of these tall tales and watch your chitlins rear up in fright. Are they true? It is all up to the reader.
If you should encounter a man dressed in a dark rain slicker, while frolicking in the Atlantic surf, near Pawleys Island, South Carolina – take heed to his advice. He warns of coming hurricanes, and sometimes is ahead of the most sophisticated tracking equipment.
No one knows his name, but it is said he drowned when caught in an unannounced storm during the 1920’s.
A young girl, in southern Kentucky, was dressing in her attic bedroom for a ball when the weather turned fierce making it impossible for her to traverse the muddy roads. Extremely upset she stood by her window and cursed the gods. Suddenly a strike of lightening illuminated her room, killed her and forever etched her shocked expression on the windowpane where it remains til this day.
Tennessee’s backcountry is full of hills and dales and hollows. In the small town of White Bluff down by a hollow lives the White Screamer. No one knows who or what makes the White Screamer scream. All that is known is a white mist suddenly appears, and an ungodly array of wails, cries and screams can be heard. People have reportedly gone insane and been murdered during the shriek fest. My advice? Bring a good pair of earplugs.
Between Oklahoma City and Lawton is a small cemetery that is reported to be protected by huge “demons horses”. Almost 22 hands high, they are black in color and have eyes filled with fire and walk on air. No one knows their true origin – but some legends hold the equine spirits once belonged to past Comanche chiefs who once lived and died here protecting their sacred tribal lands.
