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The Chain Carrier, Holly Fork, near Morehead, Ky. (ghosts and paranormal) <PRE> From: Ejucaided Redneck Subject: The Chain Carrier Newsgroups: alt.folklore.ghost-stories Date: 1998/02/07 ROWAN COUNTY, 1937 (THE CHAIN CARRIER) 1 Small children, hearing ring of metal in darkness, frightened by fathers' pacing, sought safety at mothers' bosoms and shivered a chill they feel to this day. 2 No one knows (nor ever knew) what dragged a log chain through Depression darkness, crossing miles of steep ridge and rough road, years before electricity and asphalt made Appalachian nights fit for travel. It pulled an iron burden in circles around a dozen cabins the length of Holly Fork, while hounds who fought boar coons for fun bayed panicked, primal fear at chiming metal in the night. 3 Men walked their fear, the length of a room, the length of a room, the length of a room again, loaded guns at hand. When the cadenced signal faded, became mere memory, men walked another hour, straining to hear past sudden, grim silence. 4 Ott Turner dared (or said he dared) lift lantern and shotgun against the maddening noise And saw nothing. But Turner heard (or said he heard), beyond his blurry light a guttural, wordless warning. Ott understood the meaning: something was truly there, something Ott didn't want to see after all. 5 By day they saw its mark, the single furrow, a senseless winding wander, coming east and going west as far as they cared to follow. In December snows and slick May muds and across dry autumn death they saw the track that no one, not even Ott Turner, pretended to explain. Proud, hard people the length of Holly Fork, who feared nothing lower than God and Angels cringed at the small sound of metal ringing gently into their nights. 6 That jingling chain, those howling hounds, and tense paternal marches, all came a score of times over three years, then went away, forever. 7 Grown to old age, frightened children remember the unnamed something prowling rural Rowan County. It was real enough. In the eyes of aging mountain children telling the tale, gleams a truth: it was real. </PRE> </HTML><TABLE ALIGN=CENTER STYLE="clear:both"><TR><TD ALIGN=CENTER> <!------ OAS AD 'Bottom' begin ------> <SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript> if(window.OAS_AD) OAS_AD('Bottom'); </SCRIPT> <!------ OAS AD 'Bottom' end ------> </TD></TR></TABLE>