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I ain’t afraid of no ghost . . .

I ain’t afraid of no ghost . . .

After work today, I traveled back to Oatmeal Texas. I had found what I thought was an old abandoned house that appeared to be built in the 1880s – a narrow depth two story home that looked like an old style Texas ranch house. I had thought that it was empty, it had no drapes, no blinds, and appeared to be devoid of furniture. So, when I stopped today – I saw what appeared to be a new water hose hanging on the side of the house, I looked again. The house still appeared to be empty – but I did see a refrigerator in what appeared to be a kitchen. Oh oh. Darnit.

I don’t like taking pictures of people’s homes without their permission. I put myself in their moccasins and ask “what would you do if somebody stopped in front of your house and took a picture?” I would think, “that’s creepy” – so I would prefer to have someone introduce themselves and at least afford me the opportunity to tell them to stay off my land. (ha!)

Anyhow, I looked at the house again and now in the upstairs window appeared a face. At first I thought it was a cat, but then I looked again – and it was definitely a face, wearing a head covering. I backed into the driveway and then turned around – I wasn’t going to take the picture that I planned (sunlight shining through the windows, trees, and green grass in the valley) so I decided to just go ahead and find another photographic opportunity. I looked once more – and something was still in the window – a form of some sort, so I waved at it and continued to drive as if I had gotten lost. I kinda had the heebee jeebees – thinking that I saw a ghost, but I convinced myself that it was a cat. So, I found another county road that I didn’t explore yet… and started down the path. I had 30 minutes until sunset. And wouldn’t you know…. it was a dead end with a cattle gate that said, “No Trespassing.” I’m a Texan. I honor no trespassing signs. So, I turned around again and decided to head back to the ranch.

About 15 minutes later, on FM 1174, I came over a hill and saw a vista with a near setting sun. I pulled off the road, took out my camera, tripod, cable release – and then walked about 50 yards back up the hill and climbed a narrow cliff about 30 feet above the roadway.

And behold.

An Oatmeal Sky

Texas FM 1174 between Oatmeal and Smithwick. Behold . . .

I would like to thank the ghost in the old house for nudging me back in the right direction. I owe you one Maddam Ghost.


About The Author

J.W. Spencer

JW describes himself as an outdoorsman, though he is a technology professional. He is a veteran of the USMC. His undergraduate studies were taken at SWTSU, with graduate studies at Texas A&M, and the University of Texas at Austin. His hobbies include driving long distances, painting, writing, and finding interesting out of the way places. He also likes burnt toast and dark German beer. He lives deep in the Texas Hill Country at the Bull Creek Ranch with his wife Traci and their dogs - an Jack Daniels (Aussie), and Samuel Adams (Bichon Frise).

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