Many late night travelers on the ridge have seen him hanging there in the moonlight. The story that is told here comes from one of the those travelers in the year of 1900.
It was on a moonlit night. The man was riding his horse around the ridge. He had been out late playing poker with friends and was in a hurry to get home, His wife would surely be worried.. So he decided to ride through the Old Cemetery on top of the Ridge.
As he came upon the Old Cemetery, it was then that his horse started neighing and rearing up.. It would not go any farther. He could not help but feel a bit scared, for he had heard the tales of the Old Cemetery all his life.
He scolded himself for being so foolish and tried to urge his horse on, but the horse stood firm and would not go past the Cemetery. The man looked around in the graveyard. At first he didnt see any thing. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a movement. It was at the old tree in the back of the cemetery. There was something hanging from the tree. The man looked closer at the moving thing that hung there in the moonlight. Suddenly he recognised what it was.. It was a man. He jumped from his horse and started to run to the tree. he then stopped dead in his tracks. The arms of the corpse suddenly came up towards its neck and began to jerk the rope that was tied there. The terrified man started to turn and run, but as he did, the face of the corpse turned to where he could see it. It was a skeleton that was dangling there, not a man.. The man ran in horror , leaving his horse there behind.. When he came to his senses he was miles from the Cemetery and almost off the Ridge. He ran the rest of the way home. And never did he go on the Ridge again.
