The ghost boy of the Bighorn mountains Wyoming

https://cowboystatedaily.com/2024/10/19/haunted-wyoming-lost-hunter-saved-by-ghost-boy-in-bighorn-mountains/

Gaurdian Angels?

Everyone's got a story like that - everywhere. When I was a kid, I lived near the county line; and Lorain County was still pretty rural (plenty of rustics in it, too, especially on the student roster at Oberlin).

Not far over the county line, there was a road....Burns Road. It went past a disreputable junkyard - the old-style, where owners were drunks and you had to pull your own part out, if you could - and then there were a couple of century-old farmhouses, sitting on abandoned farms.

In the Boy Scouts, the older boys, at camp, would tell us of the Burns Road Greachures. That's how the story went - Greachures, with a G. I guess whoever crafted it wanted to combine "Ghoul" and "Creature."

But no, none of us was ever eaten by the Greachures. A few years later the junkyard was sold, the abandoned homes leveled, and a new suburban subdivision went up. On the cheap side (then) of the county line.

If KatsNDogs were here, she could add the stories of Bannack, Montana. Back about six years ago, I went down there on a mission - to photograph it, and snag a map for her. I was towards the end of my fascination with ghost towns - really, in the end, disuse and disaintegration gets old, especially of interior walpaper, plaster, furniture, etc. The stories are fascinating, but the ruins are, now, to me, just nasty

She had been writing a trunk novel about Bannack - not sure how it caught her attention - but she was fascinated with the story of "Sheriff" (and stage robber) Henry Plummer.

She had warned me that Bannack was a noisy ghost town after dark. All the hangings, and Plummer never even got cut down. He was left to rot in a noose.

The story of noisy ghosts is not a new one, obviously, since the townsite is now fenced but nobody stays overnight. State employees and volunteers have an office in one of the false-front stores, but there's nobody there when they lock up at sundown.

That's their comfort level. Me, I say, hooey.

Casey Jones wrote:Everyone's got a story like that - everywhere.  When I was a kid, I lived near the county line; and Lorain County was still pretty rural (plenty of rustics in it, too, especially on the student roster at Oberlin).

Not far over the county line, there was a road....Burns Road.  It went past a disreputable junkyard - the old-style, where owners were drunks and you had to pull your own part out, if you could - and then there were a couple of century-old farmhouses, sitting on abandoned farms.

In the Boy Scouts, the older boys, at camp, would tell us of the Burns Road Greachures.  That's how the story went - Greachures, with a G.  I guess whoever crafted it wanted to combine "Ghoul" and "Creature."

But no, none of us was ever eaten by the Greachures.  A few years later the junkyard was sold, the abandoned homes leveled, and a new suburban subdivision went up.  On the cheap side (then) of the county line.

If KatsNDogs were here, she could add the stories of Bannack, Montana.  Back about six years ago, I went down there on a mission - to photograph it, and snag a map for her.  I was towards the end of my fascination with ghost towns - really, in the end, disuse and disaintegration gets old, especially of interior walpaper, plaster, furniture, etc.  The stories are fascinating, but the ruins are, now, to me, just nasty

She had been writing a trunk novel about Bannack - not sure how it caught her attention - but she was fascinated with the story of "Sheriff" (and stage robber) Henry Plummer.

She had warned me that Bannack was a noisy ghost town after dark.  All the hangings, and Plummer never even got cut down.  He was left to rot in a noose.

The story of noisy ghosts is not a new one, obviously, since the townsite is now fenced but nobody stays overnight.  State employees and volunteers have an office in one of the false-front stores, but there's nobody there when they lock up at sundown.

That's their comfort level.  Me, I say, hooey.

Katz is here. @EvilCat Breath

I know - forgot her current handle - but she's not around much.

I understand why, in general terms; but that's another story.

I hope that novel went as she hoped, and it would be grand if someday we could read it.