Subject: Bacon Hollow
Date: Sunday, April 02, 2006 4:03 PM
I am from an area that is in transition from old to new. West of
Standardsville is the Blue ridge mountains and Bacon Hollow. Bacon Hollow is a place
that used to govern itself, and although many of its inhabitants have moved out
to the town and down to Charlottesville the stories and family feuds still
One day when I had gone back to my home I and my girlfriend decided to drive
in the Hollow. We drove past old rock walls that have started to be
overtaken by the tree line and the shifting soil. We drove deeper and we got to see
houses that had been abandoned since the 40's. It was February and it had
started to rain a little. We saw a sign that pointed up a dirt road "Stone
mountain vineyard" . We took it.
After 15 minutes or so of going up the mountain road we came to an old
house. It was missing the back part and was grown over. We had heard about this
house when we where 8 or 9 everyone hears about it. Years ago a little girl took
a box of matches under her bed and started lighting them. She would light
one sit it down and light another, but as she did this she managed to catch the
sheets of the bed on fire. The fire spread (catching her hair or clothes on
fire) and ended up burning the house. The girl had managed to get out but
died of fever (brought on by the burns) a few days later. Everyone said if you
went up there and sat around three or four in the afternoon you would smell
the fire some said you might even see smoke come up out of the house only to
find nothing burning.
We pulled over see I had never seen the house I wanted to see it. I took my
cell phone and used the screen's light to see where I was going. Then I smelt
it something burning (how could a fire 50 years old still leave a smell
behind). It was exciting, but I wrote it off, I was let down the house is almost
gone nothing there almost except a few decaying walls and a collapsed roof.
About twenty feet away I could hear what sounded like a child crying. My
girlfriend got upset (her family used to be from this area she believes all the
stories) and walked back to the truck. I yelled "HEY!", but there was no answer
I kept hearing the crying though. My girl called back to me to leave she was
angry we had gone.
Now I don't know if this counts as a ghost story, but unless a little girl
hiked up the mountain while it was raining in the middle of the night pitched
camp and started a fire I don't know how to explain it. I am still uncertain
but my girlfriend and her family says everyone that goes and sits long enough
has the same story, and as far back as they remember that house has sit there
abandoned with he smell of a fire coming out of it.