When I was a young girl my grandma told me many true stories of strange or
unexplained things that she had witnessed in her life, these stories still
frighten me to this day. None of the stories were more frightening than the
story of a ghost that attacked my grandma one night.
The holler that my grandma Dorothy and great grandma Fern live in is called "Hazy Holler", and the hill that they live on was once the sight of an Indian massacre and is said to be haunted by spirits of those slain there long ago. It's an isolated area of the holler, several miles from their closest neighbor.
When my grandma was 15 years old they lived in a house at the bottom of the hill that has long since been torn down. One evening grandma was sleeping on the couch in the living room when she woke up with the feeling of a stuffy head and hard to breath, grandma thought little of it thinking she may be getting a cold and went back to sleep.
A short time later she was again awakened with the feeling of a heavy weight on her chest and this time she was smothering. Trying to get up, grandma felt a force holding her down and not allowing her to move. Grandma was able to scream for great grandma who came running into the living room and was horrified by what she saw....
There was a black hooded figure covering my grandma, smothering her. The ghost or entity appeared to be draped in long black rags. Great grandma Fern screamed at the shadowy figure which slowly turned toward her and pointed in her direction before collapsing to the floor like tar being poured from a bucket....then was gone. Not long after this event the old house was torn down, great grandma did take the same couch that grandma was attacked on to the new house.
Strange things continued to happen at the new house, among them were sounds of glass shattering with no apparent broken glass anywhere in the house. Though grandma and great grandma never saw the hooded figure again, they did see my great uncle Gorden in a trance like state on his hands and knees begging someone unseen not to kill him.......
Though many years have come and gone, I still get an eerie feeling when I pass by the
spot where that old house once stood. And grandma still feels like she can't
breath when she sits on that old couch..........
