Eddie, Hello, skypilot02 here. In Southeast TN, Monroe county specifically, my aunt lived for many years in a house built beside the remains of an old school house. The school was active between the middle 1800's and 1915-1920. One day the teacher there took a hickory to a student, and from what I can find out, practically beat his shirt off. The student's father went to look him, (the teacher), up later that afternoon and intended to beat the heck out of him, but the teacher, (obviously not one to fight one his own size), shot the father dead, just inside the door. The school was abandoned then, and the, well, murder in my opinion, was ruled self defence. Then, later, in the 1930's, some hobos were living in the old school, when a very large but sadly retarded young man came to play in the old yard. The hobos, a very murderous, heartless bunch no doubt, killed the young man and cut his head off. There is a creek about 150 yards from there, and as best I can find out, the hobos buried him in the soft bank, with the exception of his head, which has been said they played "ball" with. When he was missed, a posse found the hobos, and needless to say, they tried to "escape" and were all shot by the local folks. I know this seems rather drawn out, however, I felt it necessary before proceeding to the heart of the matter. Fast forward to 1950's, my uncle, was hunting squirrel in the woods by their house, (built in the old school yard), when something began to follow him, step for step. He was a moonshiner, and if you know any, then you know they aren't the cowardly type, especially in the woods. He would walk then stop, and just as you described, the "thing" begun to tire of the game and marched directly over to him, stomping tall grass down as "it" came closer, but nothing could be seen! My uncle and aunt have since passed away, but my cousin still owns the place, and he swears while fishing and hunting, this same thing has happened to him. Several times he has tried to get me to bring my G.H. equipment up, to check it out, but I really want to bring my detector! The old school should yield a few good finds at least, and maybe I'll get a real EVP, or at the least some suspicious photos. Is it the murdered father? The murdered young man? The self inflicted ill fated hobos? Or, maybe the son who was beaten, or even the teacher paying penance? Maybe a crock, but I find it all but impossible to believe that my family would so adamantly lie about it. Who knows? Just thought this pertinent to your experience. Regards, Richard.
