The Ghost of Willow Hill

by Cheryl Davis

A widow lived up the hill on a deserted road. All the local children were scared of the haunted house on willow hollow. We decided to check it out on halloween night , we made our way up the winding road to the house as the moon slipped in and out of the clouds. It was about 10 p.m. when we arrived and noticed that a candle was burring in the front parlor. We edge closer and a Erie sound of chains rattling and a clanging noise inside the house. We looked in and a frightening sight of the frail old widow having tea by the fireplace and in the chair across from her set the corpus of her dead husband.

LUELLA Almost screamed as a branch of the old oak screeched across the window pain. We turned to run as fast as we could when we saw the shadow of a lone horseman approaching, we crawled on our bellies into the ditch. We had heard the story in town of the couples only son shot by a robbery as he made his way home from work. From where we were the horseman drew nearer we noticed he had blood stains on the chest and bearly hanging on the horse. We froze as the horse whined as it passed. We ran for dear life until we reached the out skirts of town.