{"id":22070,"date":"2018-10-31T12:10:43","date_gmt":"2018-10-31T17:10:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sinclairclarion.com\/home\/?p=22070"},"modified":"2018-10-30T22:19:54","modified_gmt":"2018-10-31T03:19:54","slug":"appalachia-rising-ghosts-and-haints","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sinclairclarion.com\/home\/tartan-news\/2018\/10\/31\/appalachia-rising-ghosts-and-haints\/","title":{"rendered":"Appalachia Rising: Ghosts and Haints"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0 \u00a0Growing up my family had a love\/hate relationship with telling scary stories. My sister, Linda, was the best at coming up with tales that could make us shake to the core. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Linda, convinced that I was a vampire because of two birthmarks on her neck, even drew a line down the middle of our bed sheets and slept with pillows between us so I wouldn\u2019t bite her in the night. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0We lived way back in the Appalachian hills, eighteen miles from any town. When we wanted to visit someone we always walked. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Once, while Linda and I were walking to Granny\u2019s house late at night, we got scared of a coming storm. All of a sudden, a huge bolt of lightning and immediate thunder crashed down near us, close enough to blind us momentarily. Shortly after, a car passed by. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Linda told me, \u201cDid you notice that the car didn\u2019t even slow down? They couldn\u2019t see us! That means we were struck by that lightning and we\u2019re really dead!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0For the next fifteen minutes she convinced me, and even herself, that we were merely ghosts now and no one would ever see us again. We talked of how we wished we could tell our mom we loved her one more time. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0We contemplated what the life of a ghost would hold for us and if would we be cursed to walk the pot-holed filled roads of Aaron\u2019s Creek for eternity. We were in tears, grieving our short-lived lives and tormented by the dark unknown ahead of us. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0When we turned the bend and saw the light from Granny\u2019s house, we weren\u2019t comforted as we usually would be. Instead, we spoke of how hard it would be to see Granny there waiting for us without being able to tell her of our demise. When we walked up to her door we were thrilled to find that she could really see us! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Still convinced we were ghosts, we told her of our terrible death and that we were so sorry we couldn\u2019t be with her anymore. Granny laughed and laughed. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Grandpa, a very thin, sickly man who almost never talked and NEVER laughed said, \u2018\u201cSo ye afeard of haints are ye?\u201d He too enjoyed our overactive imaginations.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0On the hill behind Granny\u2019s house, deep in the woods was an abandoned cemetery. Before every Memorial Day we kids would clean the broken tree limbs and leaves off the graves in preparation for Mr. Bowman\u2019s annual trek up the hill to visit his dearly departed. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Until he died, even at a very old age and being so feeble, Mom made us climb the hill with him. Mr. Bowman never missed a year to visit the cemetery. We told ourselves as long as we honored Mr. Bowman and his wish to see his long-passed family, the ghosts of the cemetery would never haunt us. <\/span><\/p>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0Then the year came that Mr. Bowman joined his family, never to climb the hill again.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Linda once again conjured up ways to scare us. She convinced us that we could no longer be protected from the hauntings of the abandoned cemetery. Our brother, Garry, took to wearing his shirts inside out and backwards. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0When Mom tried to correct him, he said, \u201cThis way if the ghosts chase me they\u2019ll think I\u2019m running the opposite way!\u201d Mom let him wear his shirts how he wanted after that.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0What is it about humans that often we tease with the prospect of endangerment then run to the shelter of safety at the last moment? We ride the riskiest dare-devil rides at King\u2019s Island and go through terrifying haunted houses. Afterwards, we share our stories of fright and pat ourselves on the back for surviving the perils in our way. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0Though we don\u2019t really like danger, we enjoy the adrenaline rush of fear. In fact, I\u2019ve heard it said that to really enjoy a scary situation, we have to know we\u2019re in a safe environment. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0As an adult I honestly have no desire to create a scary experience and avoid it at all costs. But as a child, there was something special about walking through these adventures with the people I loved most. The combination of standing together through the scary moments brought a strange sense of comfort. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0I guess child\u2019s play is a lot like life, in the adult world. We need our \u2018village\u2019 of people to strengthen and comfort us as we face life\u2019s trials.<\/span><\/p>\n

Nora Stanger<\/strong>
\n<\/span>Contributing Writer<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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