Black Gold, Volume 3, Number 2, 1977 Page: 14
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Mrs. Katie Holt shares one of her ghostly experiences
with us.
Well, one evening I was cooking. L. C. and Henry
(my sons), were riding over the sapplings in the back of
the house. After awhile something hit in the door. I
said, "You better go on and play because it will be night
after awhile and you got to come in. I wouldn't look a-
round to see what it was and after awhile it patted again.
I didn't look back. I said, "You better go on and play,
I told you once." After awhile, he patted again. And I
looked around and the kids were out there riding their
horses. Riding those old sapplings. You know it was a
lot of little pines out there and that's what we had been
growing for the horses. I said I was gonna walk over
there to the door. But that foot look like it was hung
behind the house just like that. Look like it was just
enough to see where his foot was turned up. You couldn't
see his meat. A black foot and I laughed at him. Why
I laughed, I have been talking to him and he wouldn't say
nothing.
I got up to fix Paul's lunch one morning before day.
He got up after I fixed his lunch and ate his breakfast,
got his lunch and went on. Well, I would always put the
light out if I won't gonna quilt. Lots of times I would
quilt nearly all day. I went on back to bed and put my
light out. And it was cows all around there and we had
killed a hog. You know that where the meat drips out
around the edge of the house and the cows like to lick it.
Well, the cow was licking it, at least I thought it was a
cow and her horns was just bumping the walls. I said,
"If you gonna tear it down when you build it, build it a
little bigger because its too little now. After while,
it seemed like a plank fell in the kitchen, but if the
plank was falling, it had to be falling on the outside.
Then a light come on brighter than this room would be if
it was a 200-watt bulb in it. After awhile, I heard some-
thing walking. It wasn't a door there, it was just a
curtain. That curtain didn't move but a little old man
came walking through there. He had on a khaki looking
suit. He had on big shoes cause he couldn't pick his feet
up good.14
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Panola College. Dept. of Communications. Black Gold, Volume 3, Number 2, 1977, periodical, 1977; Carthage, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth151415/m1/16/: accessed April 28, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Panola College.