Blood on the Floor
Well fam here’s another one. U learned when you go to Grandma’s house you hear a lot of things. This time it is a story about a hardworking man who refused to leave.
Many years ago I heard a story about a man. He was a part of the family. But I can’t remember his name. I know he was just married. His old house wasn’t far from where my Grandmother used to live.
Said said
He worked on the railroad for many years. Until one day an accident happened. A train struck him, and killed him. Since they didn’t have funeral homes and the church was miles away. They brought him back home, and laid him on the floor.
They finally got the body up to prepare him for the wake and then the funeral. However, there was still blood on the floor. The grieving wife tried everything to get it up.
She tried to brush it up
She tried soap
She tried lye
She tried boiling hot water
But nothing worked. From the way my Grandmother described it. The blood might still be on the floor. Talk to you later…
Here’s another legend…
