Before we begin today's show, let me just say that Cody and I would like to dedicate this week's

episode to our friend, Frank Euslidge, who passed away today after a massive heart attack last week.

Frank was a great supporter of not only the show, but everything that American hauntings does.

He was also a really good friend, and we're going to miss him a lot. Not seeing his face at

upcoming events is going to be a shock for quite a while, and I hope that he enjoys this episode

wherever he's listening on the other side.

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that. But you haven't, if you don't know about our other podcasts, called Deadman Dootail Tales

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in your life. But now, on with the show.

One hot afternoon in July 1854, a farmer named Orion Williamson was sitting on the

front porch of his home in Selma, Alabama. His wife Rebecca and their daughter were by his side.

It was brutally hot. The air wasn't moving, and the Williamson had come out onto the porch to

escape the stifling heat inside the house. Orion took a long drink of well water. It had been

pleasantly cold when his wife had pumped it from below the ground a few minutes before, but it was

already turning warm. But at least it was wet, he thought. As he squinted into the bright sunshine,

his gaze fell on the 10 acre pasture where his horses were grazing. Orion stood up and told Rebecca,

I forgot to tell Andrew about those horses. Andrew was his hired hand, and Orion had planned to ask

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