The following story was sent in by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous. This story is a tale of a good bit of family folklore told by their family through the years.

This story is about my third or fourth great grandfather, his oldest brother who I will be calling Richard for the rest of this story, and his youngest brother John. (That's not their names but that's what I’m going to call them for simplicity and anonymity’s sake.) 

My family has lived in what's now West Virginia since shortly after the American Revolution. This story takes place in the 1820’s or 30’s. Richard, his brothers, and sisters lived in a holler and over a hill in another hollar all their cousins and their cousin’s families lived...

Big thanks to the fan that sent this in, it’s a great and very creepy story. Remember if you have a story you would like to see get published here, you can email us at [email protected].

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