"Exploring?" The old lady inquired. "You boys be careful out there, you could slip and crack your head on a rock or something. And don't be out late, or the haints will get you! She pointed a crooked finger at them as if to emphasize the importance of this fact."We...we won't," Paul stammered, both a little confused and concerned at the same time. "What are haints?" He asked."Haints? Why everybody know what haints are; they's ghosts, that's what they are. The haints guard the cemeteries and the gold in the mountains," she cackled in her mountainous accent."They wander up and down the mountains floating just like a mist. They's got eyes of fire that will burn through your soul if you look at 'em long enough."David felt a tight lump form in his throat. A part of him knew this couldn't be true. Common sense dictated that. But a part of him also wondered, could there possibly be such things as ghosts? He had heard the old timers there in the mountains talk about ghosts all his life. And if a lot of people seemed to have seen ghosts, maybe there was something to it...just maybe.
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