Myths, Legends, Fables & Folklore



Sleepy Hollow

Haunted Hallow

Writen by Erin Davis-Farrow told by Harmon C. Davis

Your friends dare you, to go into the woods down a dark, winding trail. You have heard stories and tales of Haunted Hollow, but never have you thought you would take the path down to where the ghost stories began. You walk, alone with nothing but a flashlight. You hear the crickets, frogs and birds on either side of the wooded trail, but you keep hearing something farther in the distance. Is it a child? Singing? Is it cries of pain? You can’t make it out but you keep going, you dare not be declared as a chicken, somebody who could not follow through with the dare. You make it then to the bridge, nearly broken down, the planks creak under the weight of your body. You take a deep breath, and make it to the middle… you turn out your flashlight and wait. Then you see it, the lantern, you hear the wagon wheels creaking. Then you run, run back to your friends, your heart racing, your eyes filled with tears. You are afraid, and nobody will ever believe what you saw. Haunted Hollow is a hollowed trail of trees off Texanna Road in Eufaula, Oklahoma. As a child my grandfather used to tell me the story, and so many times we tried to go into the private land to make it to the bridge, and so many times my brother, sister and I would come running back in terror. Perhaps it was the excitement, of knowing something supposedly had gone wrong of the trail, or perhaps it was because we did see the light, bobbing down the stream.
This is the story as my grandfather told it to my brother sister and I. I can hear his voice telling it, trying to get some sort of scared response out of his grandchildren. Long ago the hallow used to be a trail for wagons to go down, the road was made by several wagons making their journey to wherever they were going. Late one evening, a family, with several children went down the trail. When they made it to the bridge their wagon caught on fire by the oil lamp, the horses tried to escape to freedom, and instead fell off down into the water below. Nobody survived. If you walk down, sit on the bridge alone in the dark you are supposed to see a Lantern, hear the cries of children, and horses going wild to try to survive. We never made it down to the Bridge, our minds got the best of us, and we kept hearing and seeing things that probably were just a figment of our imagination.

Fort Sill Ghost

Fort Sill Ghost

Writen by Clark Davis II

This is actually a photograph I took at fort sill with a new digital camera Ihad no idea that anything was there until I looked at my pictures... Creepy evidence of the Paranormal...

Halloween Folklore 2010

Halloween Folklore 2010

Halloween Stories 2010

Told by Clark Davis Sr & Clark Davis II at a camp fire in the Davis sand pit.

Halloween Stories: Baby Cry Cemetery, Mountain Lion, Hanging Tree and Undying Deer 2007

Sleepy Hollow

Push Hill

Halloween Stories 2010

Told by Clark Davis Sr & Clark Davis II

Push Hill is a very historic place and an epicenter for old stories and folklore of ghostly encounters from the turn of the century up until the creation of Lake Eufaula in the 60's... The famous name of the location came from the steep hill its self. Story has it that mules and horses could not pull the wagons up the hill so you would have to push your car or wagon up... In many cases resulting into a tragic sometimes deadly decent back down the hill to their death near the creek and bridge at the bottom. the most famous ghost of this location seen by most residents in the community is said to be a young woman who is seen in a white dress who will walk straight through fences and then vanish... also a story of a headless man can be seen walking down the road and then disappear.