I was about 7 years old and my brother about 9. We were going to my great uncles house and on the way was a lime quarry which had been closed for a few years so being children my brother and I went in to look around.I remember being outside going into the quarry, the next thing I remember my brother and I were at the bottom of the big hill that went up to the quarry looking back at the top of the hill at a man with one leg and being scared to death.Threw the years my brother and me never talked about that day.But I often thought of that day and wondered why I didn't remember what happened to us to block out the lost time.Two years ago I was sleeping and woke up by something and set up in bed and standing in my doorway was the one legged man.I was terrifed, becouse I knew who he was and remembered the last time I saw him when I was 7 years old.This is what I remembered:: My brother and I went into the quarry, inside was a lot of huge rooms so we went into one of them an! d saw a man laying on the ground with his shirt off, he was laying very still and not moving at all, we went closer to see him and saw that his shirt was off him and it was pushed down his mouth.He was dead.About that time the one legged man came out of the dark cornor toward us and we ran as fast as we could and didn't look back till we got to the bottom of the hill... I looked back to the doorway where the one legged man was standing and he was gone. I was scared and also relived I had remembered what had happened in the time I couldn't remember for all thoes years. I got out of bed and started cleaning the house to keep my mind off what I had just remembered. So later on that day I called my mothers cousin in Tennessee Where this had happened. I called her becouse she had been the Sherrif in this town for years.I ask her if around 1961 if there was a man found dead in the lime quarry.She ask me why I was asking so I told her the story of what I had remembered that morning.S! he told me there was a man found dead in the lime quarry about that time, he did have his shirt shoved down his mouth but it was never told the shirt was in his mouth, and the one legged man , which she told me his name and said he was always a suspect but really couldn't get enough to charge him.She went on to tell me that , that very morning I saw the one legged man in my bedroom door way he killed himself.He had raped, murdered and burned a little 8 year old girl and they were going to arrest him and when they got there he had killed himself.I was even more scared. She was really amased at my story. I no longer wonder about that day, I only wish I hadn't seen what I saw. How it changed my life:I know there are things that happen to us that we can't explain.
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