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Something Strange In Henry County
By Keith Age
Henry
County, Kentucky is one of those small towns in America that
time has almost stood still. The City Hall still had the
Post Office attached to it and the town square looked like a
post card from Mayberry, RFD.
The people
that contacted us proceeded to tell us that they owned this
old road, had lived most of their childhood on it and that
as far back as they could remember that their Father told
them to never be on this road after dark or the ghost would
get them. People that started out on the road after dark had
never been heard of again, balls of light were seen floating
down the road and women singing and babies crying could be
heard as if they were trying to lure you out of your home to
search for them.
One of the
ladies that contacted us started telling us that her teenage
children and their friends had tried to spend their time
walking down this road only to turn back because of the
unbelievable feelings of being watched and weird noises all
around them. Several seasoned hunters had tried hunting
after daylight only to come running and screaming out of the
woods, leaving their high priced weapons where they dropped
them, saying that something was “hunting” them and no matter
where or what they shot at this thing kept closing in on
them.
On a bright
April afternoon LGHS Senior Investigators Jay Gravatte,
Sharon Brown and myself decided to check this out for
ourselves. After the hour-long ride we met our hosts,
several adults and their teenagers at the local Dairy Queen.
All were excited to tell us about the latest events to
happen to them since we had last corresponded. They had
tried to get some videotape of the “ghosts” but were scared
off by the sounds of a baby crying and a woman singing and
couldn’t wait for us to get out there to see what we could
find.
After
following them down several two-lane roads we turned off
onto a road that looked to be nothing more than a trail.
Upon further investigation you could see where there had
once been a concrete road but had not been taken care of in
a long time. The road was broken, water drainage pipes were
breaking through the surface and mud had replaced the
concrete were the creek that ran beside the road had
overridden its banks. As we started down this road the first
thing we noticed was all the garbage that had been dumped on
the side of the road opposite the creek bed. As we walked
there was a clearing on our right that led into the woods
that was fenced off and the grass was maintained. Once we
had passed this clearing the road became more broken and
started downward. The teenage girls also accompanied us and
were talking about all the weird things happening. At that
point there was an extremely loud braying noise from the
clearing and the girls took off running back up the road.
When we had caught up to them I asked if this was the noise
they had heard the other night they all answered yes. The
noise was actually a mule up on the clearing and from where
we were now standing you could see. Once their nerves were
settled we started back down the road.
As we moved
further down the road the woods became much denser. You
could hear trees popping and moaning, water running from the
creek and several birds singing.
One thing I
noticed was that there were no animal tracks in the fresh
mud or the streams that ran across the road which I pointed
out to Sharon and Jay who then started looking for tracks as
went along. I asked our hosts what type of game did they
have around there and their reply was that there should be
squirrel and rabbits but they have never seen any on or near
the road.
Our EMF meters
never picked up anything but something we started noticing
was that the further down this road we got the denser the
air became. The barometer had dropped 15 degrees but the sun
was still shining through the trees. The blood was rushing
to our fingertips, our hands started swelling and there was
a lightheadedness we were all starting to feel.
The 4 wheel
drive trucks and dirt bikes had made a lot of ruts in the
road, which made walking a new problem. Our hosts were
hanging back behind us, which was a little strange since we
were leading them down an old abandoned road that they had
lived on for years. Something wasn’t right which I let
Sharon and Jay know that I was not very comfortable with
this situation. It was then that I noticed something very
strange.
On the
hillside to our right I caught a glimpse of something moving
in the woods. Every time I tried to focus on it, it moved so
I never could see exactly what it was. It was low to the
ground, dark and didn’t make any noise when it moved. The
only thing was whatever this thing was it was following us.
Sharon tried to get a photo of it but by the time she
focused on it it moved again. Now we had a new set of
problems. Was this someone following us, our hosts who we
didn’t really know was acting strange and we were in an
unfamiliar town.
At this point
the road was almost impassable with stones that had fallen
into the road and the road had deteriorated to nothing more
than mud. Whatever was following us couldn’t be seen. Our
hosts had caught up to us and I asked why they were hanging
back and their answer was simple, they were afraid. The road
ended here.
Sharon and I
then told Jay about what we had seen shadowing us and we all
decided to go back to the vehicles. About half way up the
road we found some rocks that had been overturned in a place
that we had to step over so we knew they were not there when
we had first past them. Upon close examination there were
three fresh deep scratch marks on one stone. As we pressed
on we started finding a few tracks on the other side of the
road of small animals. A few raccoon track, squirrel tracks
and then several small cat tracks. A little further up the
road we found a few medium sized cat tracks and a lot of
smaller cat prints behind the medium sized one.
That’s when we
heard the sound of something scrambling up the hill next to
us. Tree limbs cracking and then we caught sight of whatever
was following us again. Directly across from us on the other
side of the creek. We told Jay that if whatever it is comes
down the hill and crosses the creek, he was the expendable
one for the better of the group. Jay didn’t quit understand
this until we came across the single deer track. Because
right behind the track was a cat track the size of my hand!
The whole time
we were going back up the road a single bird could be heard
singing in front of us. As we came nearer to the clearing
and to our vehicles Sharon said lets do a little experiment.
Since the bird is chirping at the edge of the clearing lets
see what happens when whatever is following us gets up to
that point. Just as we crossed into the clearing the bird
was still chirping but as the shadow got to the edge of the
clearing the bird stopped chirping and we didn’t hear it
again.
So was this a
“ghostly” haunted road, a tall tale come to life or
something a lot simpler like survival of the fittest. You
decide what the evidence tells you.
Keith Age
AGS Ky Rep/LGHS Pres.
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