Before the Civil War, men were hung in an old tree outside of town. It is an old dirt road leading further outside of town. Many years ago when you were accused of a crime and sentenced to death by hanging, you were lead along the road to the tree and hung. The tree sits today as big as ever. And the road remands active today. Many people claim to have seen horses and riders on that road in the late hours. People who live along the road don't talk much about what they have seen. Many have moved away, and would not say why they have left. But there are a few who talk. They say, to mind your business. And to not pay attension to them as they make their last journey. On the nights they ride people light candles to mark the path. To show them the way, so that they are not lead astray. The people turn away as they ride by, not looking at them. To the people in town it is a legend but to us outside of town....... It is more. One day people moved to the house on Hangs Road. City folk who did not believe in legends. Before that day they were told to light a candle in the window and not to be out late. The first time they did as they were told and thought nothing of the request. But later they asked why. They were told and just laughed it off as a town joke. But was told it was no joke. The next two times it happened they lit the candle as told. But later thought they were doing it in vain. They told them to to do it but they just laughed it off. They had a son who was arrogant named Rich. Who did not believe in that stuff. And on that night his parent were out of town and he was out late and saw them with his own eyes .... He thought people were trying to scare him into believing and called out the riders. There was no answer..So he called to them again and walked over to them and stood in front of the horse...The horses breath had a foul oder and when he looked up into the riders eyes a cold chill went though his whole body as he grasped the reins. The rider sheiked a loud cry,and Rich ran in fear back into his house and locked the door. Crying to himself this is just a dream , this is just a dream. In the darkness of the house he can hear the rider outside of the house. The hoof steps outside loudly echoing.. Stepping up the porch , while he sat in the dark, inside the house. Why didn't he light the candle, why didn't he do what he was told to do. How long would this horror last would he die. He sat in there till he heard no more sounds outside and the sun was starting to come up. Thats when he got up the courage to open the door and walk outside. He looked down the road both ways and saw no one there. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself maybe I dreamed it all.... He turned around and looked into the eyes of the horse as it stood in front of him , fear went though his body all over again. The rider sat on the horse , pointed at him and shreiked. Rich stood frozen with fear and asked "What do you want with me?" The rider reached down and picked him up and said, in a foul tone,"Remember me." He set Rich back down, and turned the horse back down the road. They rode away into the sunrise and vanished. I can still remember the foul oder of the horses breathe. And can still feel his grip as he lifted me to him. I keep a large stock of candles these days. Mom still asks why I believe that old tale. I don't think she will believe me.