The Gray Man watches,
Waits,
For the storm.
His cloudy eyes reflect
The angry waves
Brushing the shore.
As the gale nears
He appears
To warn the living.
If you see the Gray Man,
Run.
For the tempest comes.
If you would like to know more about the Gray Man, and why he is most likely active today on Pawley's Island, SC, go here.
Who Am I?
- Coal Miner's Granddaughter
- I am the 40-ish granddaughter of Frank (see header), a fiddle-playing coal miner from West Virginia. I was born and raised in said state and have lived in Georgia since 1994. I have a wonderful husband, three beautiful kids, one cranky cat, and one anxiety-ridden dog.
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7 comments:
Now that's what I like - a good ghost story. And if I'm ever on Pawley's Island, I'll be sure to take heed of any "gray Man" I might see.
Or even THINK I see.
Well, that's just crazy!! Crazy COOL.
Gray Man, first thing that entered my mind was hair dye. But ghosts have no worries about that.
Oh, I love that tale.
makes me fired up for next year's adventure!
I love ghost stories and hadn't heard this one. SO cool!
Pretty cool, I am here via, er, I Don't Wanna Hear It blog, I think.
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