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The Ghost of the Sexton House


The Sexton House in Russellville Kentucky

The Sexton House in Russellville Kentucky

The Ghost of the Sexton House in Russellville KY was one of the first ghost stories about the community I learned when I moved to that town.  Being from a big city in Michigan, I didn’t even know what a sexton was.  The old house that sat at the corner of the cemetery was spooky looking.  It was not quite run down, but still showing its years.  The faded paint was chipped, with vines crawling up the foundation.  It was the kind of place you would expect to be haunted.  There was never anyone around the house, and the lights were never seen on.  It just sat there guarding the ornate markers and gravestones of the cemetery.  The second floor tower held old glass windows that shimmered colors of blue and purple in the sunlight.  When the sun’s reflection was just right you could see the outline of a girl in the old glass, and that has become the ghost of the sexton house

Legend has it that a hundred years ago a young girl who lived in the Sexton House was waiting for the arrival of her boyfriend to go to a dance in town.  The weather was turning bad and thunder clouds were on the horizon.  The girl’s father, the sexton, forbid her to go to the dance thinking that it was probably canceled anyway due to the storm, and her boy friend never arrived.  She was angry with her father, angry with the weather, angry with her boyfriend.  She cursed God and swore at her father.  At that moment, while she stood at the window cursing God, lightning struck her, forever casting her shadow into the glass of the tower window.

Good ghost stories have common elements that help them endure the test of time, a formula of sorts. They need a moral to teach a lesson to the young.  The obvious moral of this sexton house story is to never curse God and always obey your father.  A ghost story also needs a grizzly consequence if you don’t follow the rule.  These ghost stories are invented to scare kids into being obedient, following the rules, and respecting their elders.

In my E-book Seedy Hills, An Odd Little Town, I present a story involving a Sexton House.  Even though Seedy Hills is not Russellville, they have a similar legendary ghost story!  In the story the ghost of the young girl finally exacts revenge on her long lost boyfriend who never came to take her to the dance.  The unexplained murder of the old man is a mystery.  Who would kill a sweet old man visiting his wife’s grave?  Maybe it was an angry ex-girlfriend ghost?  You can preorder Seedy Hills, An Odd Little Town, at Apple, Kobo and Barns and Noble starting in late June.  Join the fun and adventures of Eric Green, a reporter for the local newspaper as he reports the strange things that happen around the  town of Seedy Hills.

Check out this book and others written by me at https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/dugger50


One Response

  1. Reblogged this on dugger50 and commented:

    Still available and selling strong. You’ll like it!


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