A Black Hawk Ghost Story
By Joan Pomeroy
It was late in October 1958, and I was an 8th grader at the Gilpin County Junior High School. One night I was given the job of babysitting for my Aunt and Uncle’s kids. They lived in Black Hawk, Colorado, in a rented old two story house on the left side of Chase Street, almost at the place where the street turned into a one lane dirt road. I was told that something unexpected came up that they needed to tend to, and there was no choice about babysitting. I knew better than to ask questions, even though a million questions ran through my mind. Just after my Aunt and Uncle left for Denver, an eerie wind started to blow.
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