Real Ghost Stories
The Overseer By Steven Lindy "Dusti" Causey
About ten years ago, my father retired from the Army, we
moved just south of Fort Campbell, Ky, to Clarksville, TN. If you
live in Clarksville, you know about the house that sits off of Golf
Club Lane. It's about 300 yards off the road, and it's old and
decrepted. It's big, though. It's one of those things you don't
miss. Anyway, just after we moved here, the people across the street
from us asked us to help them move some of their newly deceased
grandmother's personal things out of the house. We agreed. Amoung
these items was a leather-bond, leather-latched diary. It was dated
1815 - 1865. I was told I could keep it.
The girl who wrote in the diary was about nine when she began
it and about 60 when she died and it was forgotten. Her name was
Emily. She talked about the plantation on which she lived. Her
father was the overseer when she was a child, but the man died not
long after Emily's twenith birthday. John, her father, was a ruthless
man. He supposedly hung slaves for nothing. After the man's death,
a rumor started that he still haunted the slaves's quarters. About
5 years ago, I did a little research. It seemed that the neighborhood
I live in was where the slave quarters were. The overseer's house
was about where the cornor of my street is.
I'm not going to finish this tale. I'll let you guess the rest.
The house on the corner has been uninhabited for a while now, but
no one goes anywhere near the house after dark. I refuse to go
anywhere near the house ever.
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