The Haunting on Carver Road

The haunting on Carver Road

Deep in the backwoods of Kentucky, there is an old, overgrown, seldom used road that lies in the shadow of old Black Mountain. dating back to colonial times, locals always avoided it like the plague, not because of the decrepit condition, but what you may encounter while traveling its dark reaches. This ancient road stretched for 5 miles through the densest parts of the Kentucky backwoods. It was built back in 1754, by a farmer who owned the land at the base of Black Mountain, his name was Buford Carver. Mr. Carver was well known around the area as a selfish, vindictive old man. Mr. Carver lived alone with no family to speak of, and that was just the way he liked it. When he built the road, it wasn’t for the public’s easy travel through that section of the woods, instead, it was built for his own gain. Along with the farming, Buford Carver also cooked moonshine for a living. After he loaded up his wagon, the road would make it an easy way to get his moonshine back to town.

However, his greed would eventually be his downfall. As he was building his road, he came across a very old Yuchi Indian burial mound. As he cleared away the over growth, he found something just under the surface lying on top of the mound. It was a large stone that was engraved with strange markings. Unknowing to Buford, the Yuchi, and the Shawnee were once fierce warring tribes, and in 1650, a small group of Yuchi Indians, mostly woman and children were massacred on that very site by Shawnee warriors. The engraved stone that lay on the gravesite was placed there by a Yuchi Shaman. The markings were a powerful curse that would be placed on whosoever disturbed the site. But to Buford, this was just standing in his way of completing his coveted road. As he began to plow up the mound, he noticed human skulls and bones as they began to tumble out from inside, but that still didn’t stop him, he just pushed the remains out of the way and continued to plow. Suddenly, everything in the woods went silent, no birds, no insects, nothing. For exactly one hour, there was absolutely no sounds. This actually caught Mr. Carver’s attention for a few seconds, but then he shrugged it off and continued to work on his road. Mr. Buford Carver had no idea that his thoughtless, disrespectful act had just unleashed an ancient, immortal beast that exists only to torment the living.

After several months of hard work, Mr. Carver had finished his treasured road. After a long deserving rest from his toils, Carver felt it was time to try out his new road. Two days later, he hitched up his wagon with a two-horse team, and he headed out for town. As he started out on his new road, other than a few pot holes he needed to fill, it seemed pretty smooth. The road was lined on both sides with black oak trees, and as the sun’s light shone through their branches, it created a ghostly shadowing across the ground. But all Buford could see was the loads of moonshine he could deliver to town, and all the money he would be stuffing in his pockets. After about a mile or so, Buford saw someone up ahead walking along the side of the road, heading in the same direction, toward town. This infuriated Buford, how dare someone use his new road before he could, so he gave his horses the whip to pick up their pace. As the horses galloped down the road to catch up to this trespasser, Buford was getting angrier and angrier, and just as he was closing in on this intruder, they were gone. Buford quickly pulled back on the reins and brought his horses to a stop. A bit perplexed on what was going on, he jumped down off of his wagon to check the area. As he scanned the woods, he couldn’t see them anywhere, so he checked the ground along the road to see what direction they went. All that Buford found was fresh plowed earth, there were no tracks along the way. He walked back at least 100 yards and found nothing, He checked the pliability of the ground with his hand, and the dirt was very soft, there should have been tracks.

Very confused, and thinking he was just hallucinating, he jumped back onto his wagon and continued his trek to town. As he got his wagon moving again toward town, the air began to get very cold, which was strange to Buford because it was the middle of July. The temperature around him had dropped so low, he could actually see his own breath. Nonetheless, he pushed on down the road, but then his horses became very spooked, and they refused to go any further. He tried everything to get his horses to move, he use the whip until his arms were completely worn out. Buford became so frustrated, he pulled his hat off of his head and threw it to the ground. As he sat in his wagon wondering what he was going to do to get his horses moving again, he heard what sounded like laughter. A guttural laugh that sounded as if it were echoing out of a tomb, and as he tried to isolate the sound, he had the spine-chilling realization it was coming from behind him. Mr. Carver could smell a foul odor, and as he slowly looked around, he could see there was something in the far corner of his wagon. It was about the size of a ten-year-old child, but it was definitely not human. This thing was covered in black hair, and it was all hunched over in the far-right corner of his wagon. He couldn’t see it’s face, but he could still hear the low gravelly laughter. For the first time in his life, Carver was genuinely frightened, and as he shook from fear, he continued to stare at the creature.

He just couldn’t pull his eyes away, and then he saw movement. It began to lift up its head, and as it began to show its face, Carver could see it had a grotesque monkey like appearance with a horrifying smile on its face. With blood red eyes, it stared right at him and continued the guttural laughter. Carver was so horrified he couldn’t move, and as this thing began to crawl toward him, he clutched his chest with his right hand and fell to the ground. Ten days later his body was found next to his wagon, his horses were gone, Buford Carver’s face was contorted as if he were scared to death. It’s been over 250 years, and Carver road is still seldom used, but if you drive through, make sure you keep your windows up and don’t stop until you get to the end. But if you see something running along side of your vehicle, don’t make eye contact, and just look straight ahead. If you look at its face, you may hear laughter coming from behind you in your backseat.

V.M. Tackett

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