December 30, 2024 • 17 mins
Step into the eerie world of Pilot Knob Cemetery, one of Kentucky's most haunted locations. This chilling tale delves into the tragic history of Mary Evelyn Ford, a little girl who, along with her mother, was wrongfully accused of witchcraft and met a violent end. Buried behind an iron fence designed to contain her spirit, Mary's restless ghost is said to roam the cemetery, searching for peace. But that’s just the beginning—this cemetery is notorious for numerous paranormal activities. Visitors have reported mysterious orbs of light, shadowy figures darting between the gravestones, and an overwhelming sense of being watched. Some even claim to hear the eerie cries of a young girl coming from Mary's grave. Others have seen phantom footsteps, felt sudden temperature drops, and witnessed unexplained scratches on their skin after visiting. Discover the unsettling legends of witchcraft, the tragic fate of Mary Evelyn Ford, and the other strange phenomena that make Pilot Knob Cemetery one of Kentucky's most haunted spots. If you're fascinated by ghost stories, supernatural events, and Appalachian folklore, this is a tale you won’t want to miss.
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(00:00):
Now, I reckon y'all have heard your fair share of ghost tales and haunted hollers, but let
(00:06):
me tell ya, there's a graveyard tucked away in Kentucky that's got a story wilder than
a buckin' rut.
It's up on Pilate Knob, way back in M Hills, and folks say there's a grave there with
a fence around it that holds a power no man can reckon with.
So grab your lanterns and keep close, cause this here tales, one, you ain't likely to
(00:31):
forget.
Welcome to Scary Stories from Kentucky, where shadows linger and whispers in the dark call
you closer.
Brought to you by Kentucky Melody, this is your gateway to ghostly tales and chilling
legends.
We're unearthin' the darkest corners of the bluegrass state, sharing stories that'll
(00:55):
haunt your thoughts.
Find us on any podcast platform, or for an extra chill, watch the video version on our
YouTube channel.
The link is in the description.
Dim the lights, light a candle, and brace yourself.
This tale isn't just eerie, it's downright chilling.
(01:18):
Well now, let me spin ya yarn about a place that's got more haunting whispers and eerie
shadows than a body can rightly reckon.
Way out in the wild heart of Kentucky, down them twisty hollers and up the steep ridges
where the hills seem to touch the heavens, there lies a place folks around here call
(01:38):
Pilot Knob Cemetery.
Now this ain't no ordinary graveyard, no seree.
This here cemetery's been a settin' on that lonely hill since back when the first settlers
braved these wild lands way back in the early 1800s, perched high on an oil near the town
(01:59):
of Marion, Kentucky.
This graveyard is wrapped in a thick blanket of history and mystery.
The trees, round here, ancient and gnarled, stand like silent guardians, their branches,
twistin' and turnin' like the old stories that folks whisper about this place.
Tombstones, worn and weathered by time, jut out of the ground like crooked teeth, each
(02:25):
one markin' the final restin' place of them brave souls who dared to carve out a life
in these rugged hills.
But it ain't just the history that sends shivers down a body's spine, no, it's the
feeling you get when you set foot in that cemetery, like the very air's watchin' ya.
(02:47):
The wind seems to carry more than just the rustlin' of leaves.
Sometimes it feels like you can hear faint whispers, like the echoes of long-gone voices
still trying to be heard.
There's stories, mind ya, about ghostly apparitions and strange lights dancing amongst the tombstones
(03:08):
and folks swear they've felt the cold, unearthly presence brush past them.
This here is Pilot Knob Cemetery, a place where the past ain't just somethin' you read
about in books, it's somethin' you can feel in your bones.
It's a place where the line twix the livin' and the dead seems mighty thin, and where
(03:30):
the spirits of yesteryear still roam under the watchful gaze of the moonlit sky.
So settle in and let me tell ya the tale of Pilot Knob Cemetery, where the echoes of history
and the whispers of the supernatural come together in a chillin' harmony.
Now, one of the most spine-chillin' tales that folks round here love to whisper about
(03:56):
is the story of a girl named Mary Evelyn Ford and her poor mother.
Back in the mid-1800s, fear and superstition ran deep in these hills, and the town's folks
started whispering about witchcraft when strange things began to happen.
Crops would wither overnight, livestock would go missin', and folks would come down with
(04:20):
mysterious ailments that no doctor could rightly explain.
All fingers started pointin' toward Mary Evelyn and her mother.
They were both quiet, kept to themselves, and in a time when suspicion could easily
turn into a death sentence, that was enough for the superstitious town's folk.
(04:42):
Whispers turned to fear, and fear turned into hysteria.
One hot summer night, a mob gathered, angry, torch-wieldin', and convinced that these two
women were responsible for the strange happenin''s plague in their town.
The mob dragged Mary Evelyn and her mother from their home.
(05:04):
Fear cries for mercy, fallin' on deaf ears.
With no trial and no justice, the town's folk decided to make an example of them.
They accused them of bein' witches, practicin' dark magic, and causin' all the misfortune
that had befallen the community.
They led them up to Pilate Knob, and in a gruesome display of mob justice, they burned
(05:28):
Mary Evelyn and her mother at the stake.
But even after their deaths, the town's folk weren't satisfied.
They feared the women's spirits would return to haunt them, seekin' revenge from beyond
the grave.
So, they took extraordinary measures to keep them bound to their rest in place.
The bodies were buried deep in the ground, and the grave was surrounded by a tall iron
(05:53):
fence, designed to trap the restless spirits within.
And if that weren't enough, they planted a thick bed of wild roses all around the graves,
believin' the thorny vines would keep the spirits from risin' and seekin' vengeance.
Now, them roses have become a legend all their own.
Folks who visit Pilate Knob Cemetery swear they can feel a cold chill as they approach
(06:18):
Mary Evelyn's grave.
Some claim to see the ghostly figure of a young girl in old-timey clothes, her face
twisted with sadness and anger, floatin' among the tombstones.
Others hear faint whispers in the wind, like Mary Evelyn herself is tryin' to tell her
(06:39):
side of the story.
And them wild roses?
They say the roses bloom year-round, even in the dead of winter.
Their thorns growin' longer and sharper as if they're still doin' their job of keepin'
those angry spirits contained.
Now, speakin' of hauntings, there's more to this old graveyard than just Mary Evelyn's
(07:03):
restless spirit.
Over the years, folks have told tales about all sorts of eerie goin' on at Pilate Knob
Cemetery.
Some say they've seen strange lights dancin' amongst the tombstones, like ghostly lanterns
floatin' through the night air.
These lights, they call them Will of the Wisps, are said to lead folks astray if they ain't
(07:28):
careful, guidein' them deeper into the woods where the shadows are thickest and the night
sounds seem louder.
And then there's the tales of the shadow people.
Now, these ain't your regular old ghosts.
These figures are darker than a moonless night, movin' silently through the trees like they
(07:48):
ain't quite part of this world.
Folks who've seen them say they feel a chill right down to their bones, like the air itself
has turned to ice.
They say these shadow people are the spirits of those who wronged Mary Evelyn and her mother,
curses to guard their grave for all eternity never find and rest themselves.
(08:11):
Visitors to the cemetery often speak of hearin' strange noises too, whispers in the wind,
faint music, and even the sound of footsteps crunchin' on the fallen leaves when there
ain't no one else around.
Some have felt a cold hand brush their shoulder or seen the branches of the trees bend and
sway as if touched by unseen hands.
(08:34):
There's been reports of folks feelin' watched, like a thousand unseen eyes are trackin' their
every move and sometimes people leave the cemetery feelin' drained, like somethin'
sapped their very energy.
There's also talk about the animals actin' strange.
(08:54):
Dogs refuse to go near the place whimperin' and tuckin' their tails between their legs
and horses get spookin' somethin' fierce, eyes wide with fear.
Even the birds fall silent when they fly over the graveyard as if they know there's somethin'
unnatural about that place.
But Knob Cemetery has become a magnet for ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts from
(09:20):
all over.
They come with their fancy equipment, open to catch a glimpse of the supernatural to
hear a whisper from the beyond or to see a shadow flicker past.
Some leave disappointed, but many come away with stories that'll make your hair stand
on end.
But no matter how much proof they gather, it always seems to come back to the same thing.
(09:46):
Pilot Knob Cemetery is a place where the veil twigs the livin' and the dead is mighty
thin and the spirits of the past ain't quite ready to rest.
But let me tell ya, the most unnervin' part of this here cemetery ain't just the ghosts
and the lights, it's the stories about the witches' curse.
(10:07):
See, there's been plenty of brave or foolish souls who thought they could go messin' with
Mary's grave, thinkin' it'd make for a good tale or a trophy to show off.
But them that's tried have found out quick that this place don't take kindly to bein'
disturbed.
There's an old tale about a young couple, fresh out of high school, who decided they'd
(10:32):
pay a visit to the cemetery one summer night, full of bravado and lookin' for a thrill.
They thought they'd pick a rose from Mary's grave to prove they weren't scared.
Well, they plucked that rose, and almost immediately the wind kicked up, howlin' like a pack of
wild dogs, and the air turned icy cold.
(10:54):
They bolted from that graveyard, but their troubles were just startin'.
The very next day, the boy came down with a fever so high he was ramblin' and shivrin',
seein' things that weren't there.
The girl?
She started havin' nightmares, seein' Mary, standin' at the foot of her bed every night,
(11:15):
pointin' a bony finger at her and whisperin' words she couldn't understand.
They tried to return the rose, but it had withered and turned black as coal.
The fever finally broke, but the nightmares didn't stop until the girl moved away from
these parts.
Folks say she never did get a good night's sleep again.
(11:36):
And it ain't just the young and reckless who felt the curses sting.
There's an old story about a local farmer, tough as nails and twice as stubborn.
He didn't hold much stock in ghost stories and thought all this talk about curses was
just hogwash.
One day he decided he'd clear some brush near the cemetery to expand his fields.
(12:00):
Soon as he started, he felt an uneasy feelin' like he was being watched.
He brushed it off and kept workin', but that night his barn burned down to the ground,
takin' half his livestock with it.
No cause for the fire was ever found, and he lost more sleep over that than anything
else in his life.
(12:21):
He stopped his clearin' work and left the cemetery well enough alone after that.
So you see, Pilot Knob Cemetery ain't just a place for the dead to rest.
It's a place alive with the past, where the stories and spirits linger, reminding us that
some things are best left undisturbed.
(12:42):
It's a place of mystery and fear, where the brave tread lightly and the foolish don't
return.
And it stands as a warnin' to all who visit that the line between the livin' and the
dead is thin and fragile, and some secrets are best kept buried.
Now, as if all these strange happenings weren't enough, there's one more thin that keeps
(13:04):
folks talkin' about Pilot Knob Cemetery.
It's the stories about the so-called silent watchers that some folks claim to see there.
According to the tales, these silent watchers are mysterious figures that appear out of
nowhere and seem to keep a close eye on anyone who dares to venture too near.
(13:25):
They're not like the shadow people or the restless spirits of the dead.
No, sir, these figures are somethin' different altogether.
Folks who've encountered them say they look like dark, indistinct shapes, standin' tall
and silent among the trees or between the gravestones.
(13:46):
They don't move much, just standin' there, watchin' with what feels like an all-seeing
gaze.
Some say they've seen their eyes glowin', faintly in the dark, and others claim they've
felt an unexplainable pressure like someone's bein' down on them from all sides.
It's sad that if you try to approach or make eye contact, these figures vanish as quick
(14:12):
as a flicker, leaving nothin' behind but an eerie stillness.
There's a local legend that these silent watchers are the guardians of the cemetery,
tasked with protectin' it from those who would do it harm.
Some believe they're the spirits of the very first settlers, still watchin' over their
(14:32):
final rest in place while others reckon they're ancient beings tied to the land, there to
ensure that the dead can rest in peace.
Whatever the truth might be, the sightings of these watchers have become a staple of
the cemetery's lore, addin' another layer to its mystique.
(14:54):
People who've seen them often speak of a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, like the air
itself is thick with the weight of unseen eyes.
There's been accounts of folks feelin' an icy chill run up their spine, like the silent
watchers are reachin' out from the darkness, tryin' to make contact in some way.
(15:14):
And then, just as suddenly as they appeared, the watchers disappear, leavin' behind a
silence so profound it's almost definite.
For those who visit Pilot Knob Cemetery, the thought of these silent watchers adds an
extra layer of unease to an already unsettling place.
(15:35):
Whether they're guardians, ghosts, or somethin' else entirely, they're a reminder that the
cemetery holds secrets that go far beyond the ordinary, and that some things, no matter
how much we try to understand them, are meant to remain a mystery.
So if you ever find yourself wanderin' through the trees or amongst the gravestones of Pilot
(16:00):
Knob Cemetery, keep a weather eye out.
You just might catch a glimpse of one of those silent watchers, standin' guard over the
secrets of the past, and rememberin' that in a place like this, nothin' is ever quite
what it seems.
So what do y'all reckon about all this strange activity at Pilot Knob Cemetery?
(16:22):
Do you think the ghost stories and eerie sightings have a grain of truth, or are they just old
tales spun from the shadows of the past?
We'd love to hear your theories and thoughts on the hauntings in the silent watchers.
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(17:10):
of the bluegrass state.
Now, I reckon y'all have heard your fair share of ghost tales and haunted hollers, but let
(00:06):
me tell ya, there's a graveyard tucked away in Kentucky that's got a story wilder than
a buckin' rut.
It's up on Pilate Knob, way back in M Hills, and folks say there's a grave there with
a fence around it that holds a power no man can reckon with.
So grab your lanterns and keep close, cause this here tales, one, you ain't likely to
(00:31):
forget.
Welcome to Scary Stories from Kentucky, where shadows linger and whispers in the dark call
you closer.
Brought to you by Kentucky Melody, this is your gateway to ghostly tales and chilling
legends.
We're unearthin' the darkest corners of the bluegrass state, sharing stories that'll
(00:55):
haunt your thoughts.
Find us on any podcast platform, or for an extra chill, watch the video version on our
YouTube channel.
The link is in the description.
Dim the lights, light a candle, and brace yourself.
This tale isn't just eerie, it's downright chilling.
(01:18):
Well now, let me spin ya yarn about a place that's got more haunting whispers and eerie
shadows than a body can rightly reckon.
Way out in the wild heart of Kentucky, down them twisty hollers and up the steep ridges
where the hills seem to touch the heavens, there lies a place folks around here call
(01:38):
Pilot Knob Cemetery.
Now this ain't no ordinary graveyard, no seree.
This here cemetery's been a settin' on that lonely hill since back when the first settlers
braved these wild lands way back in the early 1800s, perched high on an oil near the town
(01:59):
of Marion, Kentucky.
This graveyard is wrapped in a thick blanket of history and mystery.
The trees, round here, ancient and gnarled, stand like silent guardians, their branches,
twistin' and turnin' like the old stories that folks whisper about this place.
Tombstones, worn and weathered by time, jut out of the ground like crooked teeth, each
(02:25):
one markin' the final restin' place of them brave souls who dared to carve out a life
in these rugged hills.
But it ain't just the history that sends shivers down a body's spine, no, it's the
feeling you get when you set foot in that cemetery, like the very air's watchin' ya.
(02:47):
The wind seems to carry more than just the rustlin' of leaves.
Sometimes it feels like you can hear faint whispers, like the echoes of long-gone voices
still trying to be heard.
There's stories, mind ya, about ghostly apparitions and strange lights dancing amongst the tombstones
(03:08):
and folks swear they've felt the cold, unearthly presence brush past them.
This here is Pilot Knob Cemetery, a place where the past ain't just somethin' you read
about in books, it's somethin' you can feel in your bones.
It's a place where the line twix the livin' and the dead seems mighty thin, and where
(03:30):
the spirits of yesteryear still roam under the watchful gaze of the moonlit sky.
So settle in and let me tell ya the tale of Pilot Knob Cemetery, where the echoes of history
and the whispers of the supernatural come together in a chillin' harmony.
Now, one of the most spine-chillin' tales that folks round here love to whisper about
(03:56):
is the story of a girl named Mary Evelyn Ford and her poor mother.
Back in the mid-1800s, fear and superstition ran deep in these hills, and the town's folks
started whispering about witchcraft when strange things began to happen.
Crops would wither overnight, livestock would go missin', and folks would come down with
(04:20):
mysterious ailments that no doctor could rightly explain.
All fingers started pointin' toward Mary Evelyn and her mother.
They were both quiet, kept to themselves, and in a time when suspicion could easily
turn into a death sentence, that was enough for the superstitious town's folk.
(04:42):
Whispers turned to fear, and fear turned into hysteria.
One hot summer night, a mob gathered, angry, torch-wieldin', and convinced that these two
women were responsible for the strange happenin''s plague in their town.
The mob dragged Mary Evelyn and her mother from their home.
(05:04):
Fear cries for mercy, fallin' on deaf ears.
With no trial and no justice, the town's folk decided to make an example of them.
They accused them of bein' witches, practicin' dark magic, and causin' all the misfortune
that had befallen the community.
They led them up to Pilate Knob, and in a gruesome display of mob justice, they burned
(05:28):
Mary Evelyn and her mother at the stake.
But even after their deaths, the town's folk weren't satisfied.
They feared the women's spirits would return to haunt them, seekin' revenge from beyond
the grave.
So, they took extraordinary measures to keep them bound to their rest in place.
The bodies were buried deep in the ground, and the grave was surrounded by a tall iron
(05:53):
fence, designed to trap the restless spirits within.
And if that weren't enough, they planted a thick bed of wild roses all around the graves,
believin' the thorny vines would keep the spirits from risin' and seekin' vengeance.
Now, them roses have become a legend all their own.
Folks who visit Pilate Knob Cemetery swear they can feel a cold chill as they approach
(06:18):
Mary Evelyn's grave.
Some claim to see the ghostly figure of a young girl in old-timey clothes, her face
twisted with sadness and anger, floatin' among the tombstones.
Others hear faint whispers in the wind, like Mary Evelyn herself is tryin' to tell her
(06:39):
side of the story.
And them wild roses?
They say the roses bloom year-round, even in the dead of winter.
Their thorns growin' longer and sharper as if they're still doin' their job of keepin'
those angry spirits contained.
Now, speakin' of hauntings, there's more to this old graveyard than just Mary Evelyn's
(07:03):
restless spirit.
Over the years, folks have told tales about all sorts of eerie goin' on at Pilate Knob
Cemetery.
Some say they've seen strange lights dancin' amongst the tombstones, like ghostly lanterns
floatin' through the night air.
These lights, they call them Will of the Wisps, are said to lead folks astray if they ain't
(07:28):
careful, guidein' them deeper into the woods where the shadows are thickest and the night
sounds seem louder.
And then there's the tales of the shadow people.
Now, these ain't your regular old ghosts.
These figures are darker than a moonless night, movin' silently through the trees like they
(07:48):
ain't quite part of this world.
Folks who've seen them say they feel a chill right down to their bones, like the air itself
has turned to ice.
They say these shadow people are the spirits of those who wronged Mary Evelyn and her mother,
curses to guard their grave for all eternity never find and rest themselves.
(08:11):
Visitors to the cemetery often speak of hearin' strange noises too, whispers in the wind,
faint music, and even the sound of footsteps crunchin' on the fallen leaves when there
ain't no one else around.
Some have felt a cold hand brush their shoulder or seen the branches of the trees bend and
sway as if touched by unseen hands.
(08:34):
There's been reports of folks feelin' watched, like a thousand unseen eyes are trackin' their
every move and sometimes people leave the cemetery feelin' drained, like somethin'
sapped their very energy.
There's also talk about the animals actin' strange.
(08:54):
Dogs refuse to go near the place whimperin' and tuckin' their tails between their legs
and horses get spookin' somethin' fierce, eyes wide with fear.
Even the birds fall silent when they fly over the graveyard as if they know there's somethin'
unnatural about that place.
But Knob Cemetery has become a magnet for ghost hunters and paranormal enthusiasts from
(09:20):
all over.
They come with their fancy equipment, open to catch a glimpse of the supernatural to
hear a whisper from the beyond or to see a shadow flicker past.
Some leave disappointed, but many come away with stories that'll make your hair stand
on end.
But no matter how much proof they gather, it always seems to come back to the same thing.
(09:46):
Pilot Knob Cemetery is a place where the veil twigs the livin' and the dead is mighty
thin and the spirits of the past ain't quite ready to rest.
But let me tell ya, the most unnervin' part of this here cemetery ain't just the ghosts
and the lights, it's the stories about the witches' curse.
(10:07):
See, there's been plenty of brave or foolish souls who thought they could go messin' with
Mary's grave, thinkin' it'd make for a good tale or a trophy to show off.
But them that's tried have found out quick that this place don't take kindly to bein'
disturbed.
There's an old tale about a young couple, fresh out of high school, who decided they'd
(10:32):
pay a visit to the cemetery one summer night, full of bravado and lookin' for a thrill.
They thought they'd pick a rose from Mary's grave to prove they weren't scared.
Well, they plucked that rose, and almost immediately the wind kicked up, howlin' like a pack of
wild dogs, and the air turned icy cold.
(10:54):
They bolted from that graveyard, but their troubles were just startin'.
The very next day, the boy came down with a fever so high he was ramblin' and shivrin',
seein' things that weren't there.
The girl?
She started havin' nightmares, seein' Mary, standin' at the foot of her bed every night,
(11:15):
pointin' a bony finger at her and whisperin' words she couldn't understand.
They tried to return the rose, but it had withered and turned black as coal.
The fever finally broke, but the nightmares didn't stop until the girl moved away from
these parts.
Folks say she never did get a good night's sleep again.
(11:36):
And it ain't just the young and reckless who felt the curses sting.
There's an old story about a local farmer, tough as nails and twice as stubborn.
He didn't hold much stock in ghost stories and thought all this talk about curses was
just hogwash.
One day he decided he'd clear some brush near the cemetery to expand his fields.
(12:00):
Soon as he started, he felt an uneasy feelin' like he was being watched.
He brushed it off and kept workin', but that night his barn burned down to the ground,
takin' half his livestock with it.
No cause for the fire was ever found, and he lost more sleep over that than anything
else in his life.
(12:21):
He stopped his clearin' work and left the cemetery well enough alone after that.
So you see, Pilot Knob Cemetery ain't just a place for the dead to rest.
It's a place alive with the past, where the stories and spirits linger, reminding us that
some things are best left undisturbed.
(12:42):
It's a place of mystery and fear, where the brave tread lightly and the foolish don't
return.
And it stands as a warnin' to all who visit that the line between the livin' and the
dead is thin and fragile, and some secrets are best kept buried.
Now, as if all these strange happenings weren't enough, there's one more thin that keeps
(13:04):
folks talkin' about Pilot Knob Cemetery.
It's the stories about the so-called silent watchers that some folks claim to see there.
According to the tales, these silent watchers are mysterious figures that appear out of
nowhere and seem to keep a close eye on anyone who dares to venture too near.
(13:25):
They're not like the shadow people or the restless spirits of the dead.
No, sir, these figures are somethin' different altogether.
Folks who've encountered them say they look like dark, indistinct shapes, standin' tall
and silent among the trees or between the gravestones.
(13:46):
They don't move much, just standin' there, watchin' with what feels like an all-seeing
gaze.
Some say they've seen their eyes glowin', faintly in the dark, and others claim they've
felt an unexplainable pressure like someone's bein' down on them from all sides.
It's sad that if you try to approach or make eye contact, these figures vanish as quick
(14:12):
as a flicker, leaving nothin' behind but an eerie stillness.
There's a local legend that these silent watchers are the guardians of the cemetery,
tasked with protectin' it from those who would do it harm.
Some believe they're the spirits of the very first settlers, still watchin' over their
(14:32):
final rest in place while others reckon they're ancient beings tied to the land, there to
ensure that the dead can rest in peace.
Whatever the truth might be, the sightings of these watchers have become a staple of
the cemetery's lore, addin' another layer to its mystique.
(14:54):
People who've seen them often speak of a heavy, oppressive atmosphere, like the air
itself is thick with the weight of unseen eyes.
There's been accounts of folks feelin' an icy chill run up their spine, like the silent
watchers are reachin' out from the darkness, tryin' to make contact in some way.
(15:14):
And then, just as suddenly as they appeared, the watchers disappear, leavin' behind a
silence so profound it's almost definite.
For those who visit Pilot Knob Cemetery, the thought of these silent watchers adds an
extra layer of unease to an already unsettling place.
(15:35):
Whether they're guardians, ghosts, or somethin' else entirely, they're a reminder that the
cemetery holds secrets that go far beyond the ordinary, and that some things, no matter
how much we try to understand them, are meant to remain a mystery.
So if you ever find yourself wanderin' through the trees or amongst the gravestones of Pilot
(16:00):
Knob Cemetery, keep a weather eye out.
You just might catch a glimpse of one of those silent watchers, standin' guard over the
secrets of the past, and rememberin' that in a place like this, nothin' is ever quite
what it seems.
So what do y'all reckon about all this strange activity at Pilot Knob Cemetery?
(16:22):
Do you think the ghost stories and eerie sightings have a grain of truth, or are they just old
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