Originally Posted by Nightwatchman
My grandfather purchased our family farm in Dallas county when I was a sophomore in high school. It is a beautiful place, huge blocks of pasture that drop off into palmetto swamps. Used to be lots of deer on the property back in its hey day(not really anymore)


The individual that my grandfather purchased from allegedly purchased the farm himself from a high ranking executive rich old man from the old cigar factory in Selma(do not know true that is or what the individual's name was)...however, the owner prior to my grandfather told us that the rich man did not trust banks and had a habit of burying his money in mason jars around the farm under fence posts and in amongst the roots of big swamp oak trees. Prior owner told us that shortly after the sale of the farm, the old rich miser died, and sometimes on cool, full moon nights he would look out across the pasture and see the light from a lantern making its way across the pasture or sometimes floating through the swamp...he thought it was the ghost of the old man looking after his money.



That's the ghost of Lucius Clay.