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The Black Hounds of the Crosses I had the pleasure of talking to my 98 year old great grand uncle many years ago before he passed, I was 14 at the time and as is the usual interest I asked him if he knew any old town legends from long ago. He was alive before the invention of the Television and even lived a great majority of his life without the comforts of electricity and automobiles. The townsfolk to pass the time then, gathered around mighty fires and reveled in the stories of ghosts and demons, of witches and beasts. The scary fact of the matter is one of the stories he told I actually experienced a few years prior which is the legend I will be telling you in a few moments, after telling the legend I will give my personal experiences related to it. Think of it as context, 2 ghost stories in one. Since ages long it is told that when the sun dies down over the horizon, when the cerulean sky turns a black Ebony and the late night mist rolls over the hillsides that one should not wander too
