Friday, November 1, 2013

The Guardian of the Dead

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First, let me give you a little background. Many years ago, when Henderson State University was still Henderson College, There was a small cemetery nearby. It was very old, I really don’t know how long it had been there. As Henderson expanded, the small cemetery was in the way. It was near where the girls softball field now is. Henderson needed that land, so it was decided that the land would be taken, public domain and all that, and the graveyard moved. Almost nobody was still around to make an issue of that. Except for one older woman, whose whole family was in that cemetery.


     She protested to anyone who would listen, but in the end, the land was taken. She apparently had no money to hire a lawyer. The graves were moved out to a larger older cemetery, four miles out west of Arkadelphia. It has been told that she sat in her beat up old truck, right beside that cemetery, as her family was dug up and moved, never speaking to anybody, and glaring at anyone who came close.


     Nobody saw much of her for a long time. Then one day, it was noticed that she was hauling lumber in her old truck, stacking it right beside that cemetery fence out in the country, out where her loved ones now rested.  After a large stack was finished, she could often be seen, hauling it, plank by plank, into the woods on the west side of the cemetery. Everybody who knew her said she was a very self sufficient woman, and were not surprised when a small shack appeared, just outside that fence.  She built a little rail around on top, and could normally be seen, up on top of her shack, in her rocking chair. Stories were going around that she had just gone off the deep end when her whole family was dug up and moved. She seemed to dedicate her life to watching over her loved ones, every day. I suppose she was guarding them, making sure they were not disturbed again. She didn’t own that land, but it occupied just a very small part of a very large wooded tract of land there, everyone felt sorry for that poor woman, and the owners just left her alone.


     Time went by. Unfortunately, she was not always left undisturbed. Stories circulated about the crazy old woman out by the cemetery. When one drove down that dirt road on the far side, she could often be spotlighted in the headlights as one made the turn, just sitting on top that shack, just rocking.


     Seems a group of young men eventually decided to have a little fun with her. They started out by hollering at her, taunting her, until eventually she would disappear into  her shack. Unfortunately, Other young people got in on the fun, walking out into the cemetery, hollering at her that they were going to dig up her family again. Lots of people had heard her story by now. When they did this, she usually would start screaming, and would still be screaming when they tired of the game and left. The few people remaining in Arkadelphia who knew her said she had developed a very unnaturally strong hatred for anyone around college age, starting when her family was dug up to allow HSU’s expansion. Nobody seemed to know if any of the young people harassing her were students or not, but to her it didn’t matter. She just grouped all young people together, and hated them all.


     One Halloween, a group of particularly mean mean young guys decided to go scare  her. They parked their car a good ways back, walked very quietly up to the shack, then on signal they started pounding on the walls and hollering at her. She was dozing off up on top, in her chair, and when the ruckus started, she got up quickly, screaming, ran for the roof access hole,  apparently fell against that railing, broke through a section of it, fell, and her neck was broken. She was buried right beside her family.



      But this is not the end of our story.

Continued in four days. thanks for your time, and your attention.

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