Wednesday, October 17, 2012


People say that our little area of the Delta is the most haunted area in the state Of Mississippi. I can only say that I have seen many things that most people would not believe. Some people would laugh and say I drink to much, am too full of tall-tales, or I am just a damn liar. They have never faced the darkness that seems to gather at the famous Christmas Place Plantation.
Many restless spirits roam here. The beautiful and frightening Pond Stand Ghost, a column of Confederate soldiers marching to nowhere, a ghost train that cuts through the night on Halloween, and many others that shed their blood on this ground. One of the scariest and least seen is the ghost we call “The Whisperer”.
Across a big Beaverdam on the south side of the property is a deer stand called The Double White Oak. A long walk down an ancient road leads to a clearing with a gigantic double whiteoak tree at the end of it. The opening is a game foodplot with a stand overlooking it. Several nice deer have been taken from this stand but it is usually the long walk out after dark that can be terrifying.
The first time I encountered this ghost I was walking out on a starlit night after an evening hunt. The moon had just started to rise as I walked along holding my flashlight down in front of me. A whispered voice in my ear said “Hurry”
I stopped thinking it was my imagination. Looked all around as the chills ran up and down my spine and took off walking again. “Hurry, we need to hurry” the voice whispered. I stopped and shined my light all around looking for a source of the low whispering voice. I was scared now and pulled my rifle down to the crook of my arm.
I stepped forward, moving even quicker than before and had not gone ten steps when I heard the voice whisper again. “ Hurry, they’re coming” I didn’t break stride but kept marching. As I hurried through the darkness the voice settled on my ear, crying miserably and begging me to hurry. I was so scared that I did not look back but I could feel the spirit walking beside me, leaning into my ear and in terrible fear and agony whispering for me to hurry, hurry before they caught us.
I don’t think there is any harm in this poor spirit and I would like to know his story. I have tried talking to him over the years but it does no good. We have all heard his desperate pleadings over the years and are used to it now, but occasionally we let someone hunt there and wait to see if the ghost will scare the crap out of them.

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