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I’ve been to Rikard’s Mill many times before and while there
on Saturday, I could not help but think about the time some friends and I spent
the night there as part of a ghost hunt. That was on a cold Friday night way
back in October 2011, and I was accompanied by The Monroe Journal’s Josh
Dewberry and paranormal researcher John Higginbotham. We’d heard many tales
about the supposedly-haunted mill, and we wanted to see if there was anything
to it.
One of the most unusual stories about the mill that we’d
heard involved a woman in a pink casket. The story goes that many years ago,
several young siblings were fishing on a Sunday in Flat Creek just down from
the old mill. They were just enjoying their day when a woman in a pink casket
came floating down the creek. The children, shocked by the sight of the woman
in the casket, vowed to never fish on Sunday again.
With that said, I have to admit that the spookiest things that we experienced on that October night in 2011 was the eerie sound of a hoot owl and the loud bang of a heavy nut, falling from a tree and striking the mill’s roof unexpectedly.
Also at Rikard’s Mill on Saturday, I ran into Mr. John Reed, who has deep roots
in the south end of Monroe County. I always enjoy talking with John, and on
Saturday he spent a few minutes telling me a couple of ghost stories from the
Narrow Gap community, located just northeast of Uriah. This community is said to be the site of tales about huge
balls of light that travel along roadways and up the trunks of large trees.
The
mysterious Narrow Gap light is said to favor a large oak tree that’s about 150
yards from the Qualls Cemetery on George Williams Road. Longtime residents of
this community also claim to have seen the ghost of a woman in a long dress and
wearing a bonnet. This ghostly woman is said to always be seen walking toward
the cemetery, and some theorize that she is the long dead wife of Andrew
Jackson Qualls.
In the end, let me hear from you if you have a local ghost story to share. I’m sure that many of you were told spooky tales by older relatives when you were little, and I’d like to hear them. It would be a shame not to pass these stories along or to let them become lost to time and memory.
I'm Gary McCrory's daughter, Angela. The picture with this article seems very familiar to me and the mention of the mill. My uncle, William White, took me to a mill like this when I was probably 18yo. I remember there was a war reenactment happening and also remember a gravity house. And various stations like blacksmithing. I've been trying to find where this was for a long time and wonder if this might be the place.
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