The Storm

Since her husband’s death Sarah had wanted to move her three young children from the family farm into town. She delayed because the farm had meant so much to her husband.

A near tragedy changed her mind. With the spring rains came torrential floods. One storm in particular lasted 3 days. The winds threatened to blow the old house down.

The firewood was running out so Sarah sent her oldest son, Daniel to fetch more. She warned him as he donned his rain slicker to be very careful.

She watched from the front porch as Daniel made his way to the woodpile. He was trudging back to the house when a large branch from a dead sycamore tree snapped.

She screamed a warning but it was too late, this branch struck Daniel’s head knocking him off his feet. She ran to his side picked him up and carried him back to the house all the time calling his name—she received no response.

Daniel’s head was bleeding profusely and his face was pale. Sarah knew she must get help, but how? The farm was ten miles from the nearest town and high water had washed the bridge out.

Finding no solution, Sarah became frantic. The sounds of the wind outside were joined by a distinct knock on the front door. At first Sarah thought it was her imagination but as the knocks became more persistent she cautiously opened the door.

Two rain-soaked men stood in front of her. One was chubby and short the other was tall and lanky. Sarah managed to stutter that her son was injured and could they bring help.

The taller of the two quickly moved passed her and took off his hat. She recognized him as a visiting doctor by the name of Tucker who had been the guest of the local doctor three years before.

Relieved she quickly led him to where Daniel lay. He examined her son and concluded he needed an operation to save his life. His friend handed him a large black bag Sarah had not seen when they stood on the dark porch.

Dr. Tucker took Sarah’s arm gently and suggested she take the smaller children into the next room and get some rest. Sarah reluctantly complied and was surprised she was able to doze off.

When she awoke the operation was over. Doctor Tucker assured her there was nothing to worry about Daniel would be fine. Relieved, Sarah thanked him and invited the two men to dinner.

She went to the kitchen to see what she could prepare, when she returned the two men were gone.

After the storm had passed, Sarah went into town. She ran into the local doctor and told him how grateful that Doctor Tucker had happened by her farm.

Dr. Jones listened to her story with a puzzled expression. He hesitated and then told her she must be mistaken for Doctor Tucker had been killed in a train accident the year before.

This story has been told in many different forms—it is another gem that Ruth Ann Musick collected for her book Coffin Hollow.

New Mexico Ghost Story: The Haunted Ride

This story is told in my state close to Halloween. It is stated that it is a true story. * I really like it because it is a ghost story with an unusual twist. 

There are many ghost stories that have a “hitchhiker” in them. This story also has a hitchhiker in it but it is not your typical hitchhiker story. For one thing in this story the hitchhiker is not the ghost…

This happened near a small mountain town in northern New Mexico. A young man was hitchhiking across the state on his way back to college. It was late at night and he was walking alongside the road when it started to thunder and lightning. 

Very quickly this young man was drenched in a typical desert rainstorm. Now cold and wet he can hardly see two feet in front of him. In despair he wonders if a car will ever pass.

Finally, he sees a pick-up truck coming toward him. It approached him slowly and stopped where he stood. The student without hesitation got into the truck and closed the door. 

As he wiped the water from his face he realized that no one was behind the wheel. He clutched the door handle intending to get out but the truck started to move and being on a hill it picked up speed quickly.

The man watched as the truck approached a sharp curve; terrified for his life he starts to pray. In the next moment he spots a black shadowy hand emerge from the rain through the drivers’ side window as the truck hits the curve. The hand grasps and moves the steering wheel. Now in shock, the student watches as the hand reappears each time the truck hits a curve to steer the truck.

As the rain finally stops the young man is able to muster enough courage to open the trucks’ door. He stumbles out and hits the road at a dead run too frightened to look back. 

At the bottom of the mountain he finds a cantina on the edge of a small town, he enters and orders a shot of tequila. Shaking and visibly upset he gasps out his story to the locals in the bar as he waits for his drink. The patrons at first think he must be drunk but when they realize he isn’t they start asking him questions in concern.

Fifteen minutes later two men walk into the same cantina. The taller one states to his companion, “Mira, Pedro, that’s the parasito that got in the truck while we were pushing it.”

* I have read various versions of this story from Africa, Australia, and of course Ireland where I believe it originated. This story is told because of its humorous ending.