Kelley (Texas)
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Have you ever been somewhere where you sensed that you were being watched, sensed that something was not normal, where the hair on the back of your neck stood up?
Back in the early 1970's, shortly after Debbie and I were married, we bought a small ranch in Gonzales County, Texas. It was a small ranch by today's standards, just a tab over 400 acres, but it was ours and we were in hog heaven. The area was remote, closest neighbor four miles distance as a crow flies.
At the time, I had an old horse by the name of Jake...he was getting up there in years, but still had a few miles left in him. He was trail smart, and you could always depend on him. He was the perfect partner for a reckless, young cowboy...kept me out of trouble many times.
One morning, I noticed that some Ferrel hogs had torn up part of one of my coastal bermuda pastures, several big circles maybe fifty feet in diameter. I grabbed a 30-30 rifle and saddled up Jake, we were going to locate and get rid of them before they damaged any more pastures.
At the back of our property, I found broken fence...the hogs had entered my neighbors property and were headed north. I decided to continue looking for them on my neighbors ranch. I knew that Rudy would not mind my entering his place under these circumstances.
I rode about two miles and decided to take a break, drink some coffee from a thermos bottle I had in the saddle bag. We were on a ridge among a group of beautiful Live Oak Trees, an area that stood out like a sore thumb when compared to the surrounding brush. For some reason, a chill went up my back as I sat there drinking the coffee. Jake appeared to be restless, not like him to be like that. A strong breeze erupted which caused the trees to make a moaning sound. This was strange, and something was not normal...time to leave the area. I sensed that there was danger in this area, felt like I was being watched. I decided to call it for the day and headed home.
A few years later, Rudy died and we bought part of his ranch. The part that we bought included this spooky area with the beautiful Live Oak Trees on the ridge. Every time I visited that spot, the wind would erupt into a strong breeze and the trees would moan. Now folks, I assure you that it was not my imagination, this was a spooky and strange area of maybe an acre in size...sorta looked like an oasis out in the brush. For some reason, this spot drew me to it like a magnet will draw a nail out of the dirt floor of a barn.
Then one day, it happened. I had passed by the spooky site while checking the fence line. looking over my shoulder, I barely caught site of a man standing back into the thick part of the trees...I did a double take and he was gone. I turned my horse back and headed in that direction. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck, the horse was short stepping...danger! We entered the spooky area, but saw no one. You could see for a long distance and the man did not leave that spooky area...this was scary. I rode through the trees and did not find the man. I dismounted and smoked a cigarette, this was not normal, this place was just not normal. It seemed like something strange was always happening at this spot on the ranch.
Then I saw it...a slight depression in the ground surrounded by some scattered rocks. There by one of the Live Oak Trees was a grave, an unmarked grave.
The next day, I returned with some wire and fenced the immediate area of the grave...took most of the day. I can not explain it, but from that day forward, when I would visit that area, things were normal...no more strong breeze or moaning sounds from the trees. I can not explain any of this, and guess I will never know the story of the unmarked grave or who it was that I saw that day standing among the trees at that spooky spot. I would speculate that the person buried there possibly died a violent death because it is a lone grave in a remote area. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
Back in the early 1970's, shortly after Debbie and I were married, we bought a small ranch in Gonzales County, Texas. It was a small ranch by today's standards, just a tab over 400 acres, but it was ours and we were in hog heaven. The area was remote, closest neighbor four miles distance as a crow flies.
At the time, I had an old horse by the name of Jake...he was getting up there in years, but still had a few miles left in him. He was trail smart, and you could always depend on him. He was the perfect partner for a reckless, young cowboy...kept me out of trouble many times.
One morning, I noticed that some Ferrel hogs had torn up part of one of my coastal bermuda pastures, several big circles maybe fifty feet in diameter. I grabbed a 30-30 rifle and saddled up Jake, we were going to locate and get rid of them before they damaged any more pastures.
At the back of our property, I found broken fence...the hogs had entered my neighbors property and were headed north. I decided to continue looking for them on my neighbors ranch. I knew that Rudy would not mind my entering his place under these circumstances.
I rode about two miles and decided to take a break, drink some coffee from a thermos bottle I had in the saddle bag. We were on a ridge among a group of beautiful Live Oak Trees, an area that stood out like a sore thumb when compared to the surrounding brush. For some reason, a chill went up my back as I sat there drinking the coffee. Jake appeared to be restless, not like him to be like that. A strong breeze erupted which caused the trees to make a moaning sound. This was strange, and something was not normal...time to leave the area. I sensed that there was danger in this area, felt like I was being watched. I decided to call it for the day and headed home.
A few years later, Rudy died and we bought part of his ranch. The part that we bought included this spooky area with the beautiful Live Oak Trees on the ridge. Every time I visited that spot, the wind would erupt into a strong breeze and the trees would moan. Now folks, I assure you that it was not my imagination, this was a spooky and strange area of maybe an acre in size...sorta looked like an oasis out in the brush. For some reason, this spot drew me to it like a magnet will draw a nail out of the dirt floor of a barn.
Then one day, it happened. I had passed by the spooky site while checking the fence line. looking over my shoulder, I barely caught site of a man standing back into the thick part of the trees...I did a double take and he was gone. I turned my horse back and headed in that direction. The hair was standing up on the back of my neck, the horse was short stepping...danger! We entered the spooky area, but saw no one. You could see for a long distance and the man did not leave that spooky area...this was scary. I rode through the trees and did not find the man. I dismounted and smoked a cigarette, this was not normal, this place was just not normal. It seemed like something strange was always happening at this spot on the ranch.
Then I saw it...a slight depression in the ground surrounded by some scattered rocks. There by one of the Live Oak Trees was a grave, an unmarked grave.
The next day, I returned with some wire and fenced the immediate area of the grave...took most of the day. I can not explain it, but from that day forward, when I would visit that area, things were normal...no more strong breeze or moaning sounds from the trees. I can not explain any of this, and guess I will never know the story of the unmarked grave or who it was that I saw that day standing among the trees at that spooky spot. I would speculate that the person buried there possibly died a violent death because it is a lone grave in a remote area. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas)
