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Peacock’s Ghost United States-Louisiana. From a Terrifying Taste of Short and Shivery Retold by Robert D. San Souci. Not long ago, a young man named John Peacock lived in New Orleans. One day he learned that he had inherited a farm from a distant cousin of his. The farm

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Peacock s ghost united states louisiana

Peacock’s GhostUnited States-Louisiana

From a Terrifying Taste of Short and Shivery

Retold by Robert D. San Souci


Not long ago, a young man named John Peacock

lived in New Orleans. One day he learned that he had

inherited a farm from a distant cousin of his. The farm

was in the Louisiana backcountry. This came as a

surprise, since his cousin had lived all his life in Europe

and had never spoken of such a thing. In any case,

John was eager to drive up and see what the farm

looked like. But the place, called Peacock’s Farm, was

miles away, where roads were poorly marked, if at all.

John soon became hopelessly lost trying to find the

farm. At a crossroads, he saw an old woman, sitting in

a rocker on the sagging porch of a crumbling house.


Behind the house were the remains of a barn and a

shed, choked with brambles and vines. The woman

was wearing an old white shift, and her uncombed

white hair gave her a wild look.

Since there was no one else around, the young

man parked his car and strolled to the porch.

“Can you tell me how to find Peacock’s Farm?” he

asked.

“I kin tell you,” the woman said. “But you don’

want ter go thar.”

“Why not?” John asked. “The place belong to me

now.”


“Mebbe. Mebbe not.” she said. “Anyhow, I got a

story ter tell you. If you lissen an’ you still want ter go

thar, I’ll show you the way.”

John Peacock agreed; then he fanned himself with

his hat as she began:

“Years ago, ole man Peacock died an’ lef a heap o’

property ter his chillun. An’ he give ev’ry one a farm.

There was one mo’ farm lef’ over. ‘Twas a good

farm an’ the house all furnished up, but no one did

keer to live that, fer they all said the house was haanted.


“One o’ the sons- Micah Peacock- said he wan’t

no way a-feared. Said he could lay that ghost if they’d

give him the farm. Th’ others tole him the place was

his if he could lay the ghost so’ster live thar.

“Well, Micah went at night ter the house, takin’ his

Bible along. He sat thar a-readin’ it backward and

forward: He didn’ mind it none whether the ghost come

a-nigh or not. Sho’ nuff, the ghost come along while he

was a-readin’. It went all about thro’ the house, so’s

Micah could hear it goin’ inter the diffunt rooms an a-

movin’ things thisaway an’ thataway. But he didn’ let on

ter hear the ghost- no indeed, he kep a-readin’ away in

his Bible.


“After a while the ghost blowed out his lamp, but

he jes lighted it an’ read on. Then he went inter the

bedroom an’ lay down. That sort o’ made the ghost

mad, so’s it come inter the bedroom an’ Micah seed

it, like as if it was real person.

“Anyhow, then he seed the ghost reach out an arm

long an’ skinny-like, under the bed, an’ jes’ turn it over

with him on it. But he only crep’ out from under it an’

went back inter the kitchen an’ begun ter read away in

his Bible. An’ thar he stayed all night. Afore day, the

ghost come once mo’ an’ said, ‘If you come back yere

again, yore a dead man.’


“Well, the nex’ night Micah Peacock come back

again, yes indeed: an’ he’d got two preachers ter

come along an’ try to lay that ghost. One was a

Methodis’ an’ the other was a Catholic. They both

brought their Bibles, an’ all of ‘emkep’ a-readin’

forward an’ backward. ‘Twan’t no time at all till that

ghost come again, an’ then it just went on mos’

outrageous.

“The Methodis’, he didn’t stay ter hear much o’

the racket. Out he run an’ never come back. The

Catholic, he held out a good bit, but afore long he run

an’ lef’ Peacock ter stay it out by himself.


“Well , they say the ghost never spoke ter him no

mo’; but sho’ nuff, in the mornin’, thar was Peacock

a-lyin’ dead with his head cut clean off- yes indeed,

sir!-an tharain’ no one ever try ter lay that ghost

since.”

“Well, I’ve been warned,” said John Peacock

impatiently. “Now give me the directions you

promised. Let me tell you, any ghost that crosses me

will find he’s-”

“Who tole you it were a he?” the old woman said.

She stood up from the rocker and began to grow longer

and thinner. Her bony hand locked on to young

Peacock’s wrist; her grip was as painful as a metal vise.


He was afraid she was going to snap his wrist bone

like balsa wood.

“Yep,” she said, suddenly letting go of him. “You

been warned. This yere is Peacock’s Farm. Still want

ter stay?”

But John was halfway to his car. When he looked

back, he saw only the old rocker bobbing on the porch.

John drove as quick as he could back to New Orleans.

There he burned the deed to Peacock’s Farm. But for

the rest of his life, there was a bruise, like the imprint of

long thin fingers, around his wrist.


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