Way on back in the 1800’s a young women was running away from slave hunters. She had her young baby with her. The baby kept crying and she drowned the baby in a creek so he wouldn’t give her away. Today if you go back into the woods at night you can hear and sometimes see the little baby crying and looking for his mother.
The story goes that a girl got mad at the bad weather on the night of her dance while getting ready in her attic room and looked out the window and cursed at God. She was then struck by lightning that left her shocked imprint on the window. When the window was changed the imprint came back. They painted over it, still, it came through. So they boarded it up. About two years ago a man that lived in the house was found dead by the bedroom door of a heart attack. They do not know what could of caused it. God must still be angry!