Over the years the rumors became varied and twisted, sparking fear and curiosity. Some claimed she was a witch, others said that those who entered the house were ever seen again.

No one in town had ever seen the occupant. A search of tax records showed the property was owned by someone out of town.

Many an adventuresome lad approached the house out of curiosity only to be sacred of by the dog and strange sounds coming from the house, furthering speculation that the house was haunted.

A little girl named Susan McCray happened by the house one stormy night. Seeking shelter she approached the house more afraid of what lurked in the darkness outside than what might be inside. As she approached the weathered door, a light shone through the rusty key hole.

Bravely, she knocked and the door opened slowly. An old woman with a burn scared face was sitting in a wingback chair. v“Come in my dear.”

Susan recoiled at the sight, but the warmth of the fire in the fireplace, the source of the faint light, was inviting. The dog had ceased barking and looked friendly.

“Come closer,” the old woman beckoned.

As Susan approached cautiously, the old woman’s scared face radiated with kindness.

“Since you are the first to dare come to my door, you shall inherit my fortune. This might look like much, but I assure you it is vast.”

“But why me?” Susan asked.

“Because everyone else fears me but you have shown real courage.”