“Yah mean that pond down the there?” he gestured
“That’s Old Cranks’s Creek. Nobody much goes there, cept a few.
They say it’s a least a hundred foot below her. I liken it’s so, cause them that’s in the know, don’t go.” He grinned
“They say, at night, there’s a strange glow comes straight up the middle. I reckon that’s true too.” He said thoughtfully
“See over yonder? Just over there? That white patch? That’s where they put ‘em.” he pointed.
“I ain’t heard it myself, but they say, when the moon’s full, there’s moanin and groanin.” he said with a glint.
“Won’t see me within hundred foot of her.” he added stroking his beard.
“But I ain’t stopping yah. Why don’t yah go?” he said looking towards the pond.
“That is, if you’ve a mind ta.” he added, and winked.