Time For Another Ghost Story....

Doesn't everyone love a good ghost story?  Especially when it involves a place that we know well?  I came across another good one the other day, involving an area around Tishomingo, Oklahoma.  I grew up north of Tish, and have been there many, many times.  Tishomingo was the original Oklahoma Chickasaw capital, and the old, stately building still stands proudly there today.  Tishomingo is the home of Murray State College, an excellent 2 year school.  Part of its beauty comes from its river, the great Blue.  When I was a kid, there was a terrific swinging bridge over the river - cars would creep across and the bridge would swing back and forth.  Crazy stuff.

Many of Oklahoma's ghost stories come from our Native American population, and the Tishomingo story today is no exception.  If anyone knows the area around Tish well, and has seen the burial mounds mentioned in the story, please post a reply - I would love to take a look at them.

Credit goes to legendsofamerica.com for this story, which was written by Charles M. Skinner in 1896.

A Battle in the Air


In the country about Tishomingo, Indian Territory, troubles are foretold by a battle of unseen men in the air. Whenever the sound of conflict is heard it is an indication that many dead will lie in the fields, for it heralds battle, starvation, or pestilence. The powerful nation that lived here once was completely annihilated by an opposing tribe, and in the valley in the western part of the Territory there are mounds where hundreds of men lie buried. Spirits occupy the valley, and to the eyes of the red men they are still seen, at times, continuing the fight.

In May, 1892, the last demonstration was made in the hearing of John Willis, a U.S. Deputy Marshal, who was hunting horse-thieves. He was belated one night and entered the vale of mounds, for he had no scruples against sleeping there. He had not, in fact, ever heard that the region was haunted. The snorting of his horse in the middle of the night awoke him and he sprang to his feet, thinking that savages, outlaws, or, at least, coyotes had disturbed the animal. Although there was a good moon, he could see nothing moving on the plain. Yet the sounds that filled the air were like the noise of an army, only a trifle subdued, as if they were borne on the passing of a wind. The rush of hoofs and of feet, the striking of blows, the fall of bodies could be heard, and for nearly an hour these fell rumors went across the earth. At last the horse became so frantic that Willis saddled him and rode away, and as he reached the edge of the valley the sounds were heard going into the distance. Not until he reached a settlement did he learn of the spell that rested on the place.