Hey, ‘at ain’t nuthin’. Back when me’n ye momma lived up yonder on Georgie Mount’n..member hit uz way on back in th’ woods ‘ere right by Shaneyfelt’s and ‘em.

Diddy give me a piece of land t’work, an right on th’ edge there, was a cabin. Log. Prolly put it up ‘for th’ war. Th’ inside’s all torned to pieces an all. Well, ye momma’s scared t’death of that place. Said hit weren’t somethin’ right ‘bout it. I know ye momma said weren’t a cat t’go near it.

Well, I set out t’see what all th’ fuss was cause she weren’t gone stop talkin’ ‘bout it. I’s out t’put a stop to all iss foolishness. An I reckon it’s ‘bout 9:30 or so in th’evenin’ I’s off in them woods.

Son, I got up near it, an my hand up t’th’ Lord, I smelled bacon jest a fryin’. Well, I get up on them steps, my knees’s jest shaking ever which a way, an I peeped up through th’ winder, and Law! They’s candles lit an food on th’ table.

Well, I commenced t’runnin’ an high tailed it outta there, an don’t spect I’ll go back no time soon.