This email is from a gentleman in South Mississippi, and what's interesting about this

is that this family has kept records of these paranormal events, written records since 1920.

That's what makes this so fascinating to me. So I'm going to go ahead and

read the email he sent, but I think you're going to be quite blown away by this. The gentleman

writes, I have a story that might interest you in your listeners. It is not about Bigfoot,

but it is given as being true and all who were involved believe what they saw.

I'll use first names only to keep out of trouble.

This occurred on land that has been in our family for five generations before me and now belongs to my brother, Anthony.

There's a lot of history and family secrets on this ground.

The story starts in 1922 when Fred owned the land.

He was 24 years old.

He was married and they had one child.

This was taken from a letter written to a family member

concerning the death of his only child. Fred and Florence lived there until their divorce.

They had a little boy, James, who died from a fast-acting sickness and is buried in Hester Cemetery.

Aunt Cora told me that he was the cutest little boy, and Uncle Fred was plowing,

and the little boy was following him up and down the rows. He got real sick and he died,

perhaps spinal meningitis. That's what Aunt Lily told me. After they buried him,

Uncle Fred went back to the field to finish plowing. He came to the house crying because the

little boy's tracks were in the fresh plowed ground. Frank bought the place from Uncle Fred.

Frank was our grandfather.

My brother Anthony built his house on this property in 1990, and he lives there now.

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