`Tell a Local Legend`

The Legend of the Headless Gownsman

Late one snowy winter evening , librarian Annie Armour sat admiring the splendor of St . Luke 's Chapel , thinking over her most recent research Tomorrow , she was driving out to the Paranormal Research Organization 's national meeting to present her findings about ghosts in Tennessee After months spent in musty archive rooms , her hands covered in dust and newsprint , her eyes fatigued from the hours of reading miniscule print she was finally ready to speak about Tennessee 's colorful legends of paranormal activity

Normally , this spot

was ideal for mulling over thoughts - the gothic buildings both quiet and serene . The snow-covered trees muted sounds from the campus buildings and reflected the moonlight in such a way everything was cloaked in a soft yellow light . On this particular night however , students , excited about the end of finals , milled around campus , moving from party to party , carrying thermoses of cheap liquor

A group of male students , rowdy , drunk , and cloaked in the long black gowns symbolizing membership in the of the Gownsman approached Annie . Hey lady , whatcha doin ' all alone ? Come party with us Maybe another time ' she politely replied , hoping at least that they would leave her alone with her thoughts . And sure enough , they did

Not five minutes later , she saw a cloaked shadow behind one of the hickory trees to the right of her bench . Oh God , not another prankster ' she thought to herself before speaking to the figure : I already told you...