When I was about 17 years old, my dad bought me a 4-wheeler and he forbid me to go into the woods with it. So being the curious teen that I was I just had to go and check it out. Just as I got out of the point were I could no longer view my house this new 4-wheeler dies.. and the best part is I couldn’t start it back.
I got off and started to start my 15 minute walk to my house. I had forgotten my key turned around to find that my ATV was parked over a Indian burial ground I heard something to my left I looked and there was a long haired man and he said “I’m the last”. Then he said you let me rest. So needless to say I forgot about my keys. Ran out of there and that was the last I saw of him. I went back 5 years later to see if the rocks were still in the same places, and they were, but you could still feel his presence I don’t think he is at rest today I think he haunts Big Branch woods.