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Submitted to Contest #274
“Granny” stood not even five feet tall. A petite woman with a twinkle in her eyes and Cherokee in her blood, our great-grandmother could make the hair on the back of a grown man’s neck prickle when she told a scary story. Us young’uns heard this one many times growing up. And Granny told it for the truth … Away up near the mouth of the holler where she grew up, lived a man named Reuben Banner. Now, Reuben and his wife, Betsy, made a peculiar pair. He was a harsh, stingy man and known to drink and gamble. People said crotchety “Ol Reuben’s”...
This story is written as my Dad told it to me. Often, when I was growing up, I begged him to tell it again and again. I have written it in the Appalachian dialect that he and my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins — and sometimes I myself — still use. He’d heard ghost stories all his life. But as a teenager, my father’s knowledge of the supernatural exceeded his first-hand experience. When his Scots-Irish ancestors settled into the mountains of southwest Virginia, they brought with ‘em centuries-old stories of “haints” ...
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