A way out in the country, down a secluded gravel road lies a small cemetery perched on a knoll, around which the road makes four severe turns as it passes around the cemetery. The small cemetery is known as "Little Egypt" and has been known as this since my grandparent's day. So legendary is it that a local television station once ran a segment on it.
There is much local lore to Little Egypt. Ask any teenager today and you will get the same story that has been passed down from generation to generation. Little Egypt becomes a popular place this time of year......with the purported hauntings and sightings one would encounter particularly at Halloween.
As a teenager, some friends and I had to put this legend to the test. It was a warm Halloween night back in 1986....I remember a moist wind blowing around the few leaves left on the trees that were at the corner of the cemetery. Legend has it that as you enter the swampy woods through which the gravel lane passes on your way to Little Egypt, the knoll you can see in the distance, a young man as white as a ghost will dart out in front of your car.......with no time to stop you hit the apparition, only to learn that nothing is there. Terrified you continue down the gravel road, now coming out of the woods, moonlight beaming down on the slight rise in front of you that leads to the knoll on which Little Egypt was established.
The crunch of the gravel beneath the tires makes your heart beat a little faster as you begin to wind around the cemetery, nearly at a dead stop in the turns. Suddenly figures appear to be climbing and hanging from the old trees in the corner of the cemetery......you speed up, leaving a trail of dust as you look out the rear view mirror at tombstones reflecting the moonlight. Then you enter another woods......this time the apparition appears again, standing along the road, staring at you, and covered with blood. You emerge from the woods again and come to stop on a small bridge over a winding creek. Legend has it if you turn off your car and whisper "hamburger, hamburger, hamburger" the car will fail to start again. Just as you move beyond the bridge, suddenly lights appear to mysteriously turn on in the old brick church ahead of you....and then just as suddenly, go out!
Unfortunately, none of this happened to us in 1986. Friends would later reason that it was because my ancestors started the cemetery, back in 1861, and they were somehow protecting us. We did make a return trip a few years later (remember PNW Hoosier?) only to find ourselves being chased away by a pair of headlights.....talk about heart-thumping!
Every community has these legends or local lore........what is yours?