Comments on: My Holler Is Scary http://www.hillbillycrackpot.com/my-holler-is-scary/ Humor & Entertainment from the Kentucky Bluegrass Sat, 07 Jan 2012 17:43:14 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: e-payne http://www.hillbillycrackpot.com/my-holler-is-scary/#comment-284 e-payne Tue, 17 Aug 2010 19:35:50 +0000 http://www.hillbillycrackpot.com/?p=320#comment-284 iv seen the big black thing with red eyes down here in the holler i live in too, this place is full of ghosts, sum from the civil war and sum from the hangin tree, but sum are from the witch that used to live round here, she summoned demons and stuff that are still here, i think for sum reason most hollers have ghosts in em ya kno iv seen the big black thing with red eyes down here in the holler i live in too, this place is full of ghosts, sum from the civil war and sum from the hangin tree, but sum are from the witch that used to live round here, she summoned demons and stuff that are still here, i think for sum reason most hollers have ghosts in em ya kno

]]> By: Artists Corner http://www.hillbillycrackpot.com/my-holler-is-scary/#comment-154 Artists Corner Wed, 22 Apr 2009 13:20:10 +0000 http://www.hillbillycrackpot.com/?p=320#comment-154 Ain't no haint gonna run me oft. Don't know why everybody gotta run and scream when they see a haint, a booger or a witch. Now when was knee high to a grasshopper, and for some reason the power would go out, we'oud light candles or the kerosene lamp, and sit around the fireplace, and ol' granny would tell some of the scariest stories. Just think how these hills got settled. The woods were one thing in the daytime, but them old, dark hollers at night, we were always hearing weird noises, and seein' strange lights and sights we could'nt explain. Was that a panther screamin'? Or somebody said a little girl died over by that old syckiemore tree where they burried her. Or there was another little girl who used to ask people for a ride home, and when they got to her house, she'd disappear, and her mother told the last good Samaritan they were the thirteenth person who gave her the ride, and that she was killed there in a car accident nine years ago, on the spot where they picked her up. Ain’t no haint gonna run me oft. Don’t know why everybody gotta run and scream when they see a haint, a booger or a witch.

Now when was knee high to a grasshopper, and for some reason the power would go out, we’oud light candles or the kerosene lamp, and sit around the fireplace, and ol’ granny would tell some of the scariest stories. Just think how these hills got settled. The woods were one thing in the daytime, but them old, dark hollers at night, we were always hearing weird noises, and seein’ strange lights and sights we could’nt explain. Was that a panther screamin’?

Or somebody said a little girl died over by that old syckiemore tree where they burried her. Or there was another little girl who used to ask people for a ride home, and when they got to her house, she’d disappear, and her mother told the last good Samaritan they were the thirteenth person who gave her the ride, and that she was killed there in a car accident nine years ago, on the spot where they picked her up.

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