When my mother-in-law was young she went to a wake with her mother. One of the neighbor ladies had died. Going to the neighbor's house required crossing a creek. On the way back from the wake, it had gotten late and dark. Her mother lit a match so they could see to cross the creek. The match jumped out of her hand and they saw a form. It was of the deceased neighbor.
I've heard several haint tales from the mountains in Eastern Kentucky. I will include some of them in my blog. I thought this one was particular interesting.
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