1 00:00:00,000 --> 00:00:07,680 They say the dead don't rest easy in the hills of Kentucky. Some souls get lost along 2 00:00:07,680 --> 00:00:15,540 the way. Cotts twix this world and the next. Their whispers riden the wind. Their footsteps 3 00:00:15,540 --> 00:00:22,300 never quite fading from the dirt they once tread. Out in Madison County, on a stretch 4 00:00:22,300 --> 00:00:29,340 of old four-mile road, there's a spirit that never found her way home. They call her Little 5 00:00:29,340 --> 00:00:36,080 Egypt, a girl lost to tragedy, trapped in death, and seen by them unlucky enough to 6 00:00:36,080 --> 00:00:44,360 cross her path. She don't just haunt the place, she owns it. Some folks say she waits 7 00:00:44,360 --> 00:00:52,440 by the road. Her pale figure barely catching the moonlight, standing still as stone, watching, 8 00:00:52,440 --> 00:00:59,220 listening. Others swear they've seen her running through the trees. Her long white dress tangled 9 00:00:59,220 --> 00:01:06,700 in the branches. Her eyes hollow, dark, empty as the grave that never held her right. And 10 00:01:06,700 --> 00:01:13,900 if you stop, if you look too long, if you dare call her name, she just might come closer. 11 00:01:13,900 --> 00:01:20,160 Closer than you'd ever want. So come on, pull up a chair, dim them lights, and listen 12 00:01:20,160 --> 00:01:28,860 close. Cause this here's the story of Little Egypt, the girl who never left four-mile road. 13 00:01:28,860 --> 00:01:34,820 Welcome to Kentucky Melody's Scary Stories from Kentucky, where we spin yarns about 14 00:01:34,820 --> 00:01:41,340 ghostly haunts, creepy hollers, and spine-chilling legends from deep in the hills. So grab a 15 00:01:41,340 --> 00:01:47,940 chair, dim them lights, and let's dig into something spooky. 16 00:01:47,940 --> 00:01:53,340 Madison County's got its fair share of ghost stories, but none chill the bone quite like 17 00:01:53,340 --> 00:01:59,980 Little Egypt. Folks around these parts been whispering about her for near a hundred years, 18 00:01:59,980 --> 00:02:06,060 but the truth of who she was, how she came to haunt this cursed stretch of road, ain't 19 00:02:06,060 --> 00:02:13,660 never been written down proper. Ain't no records, no gravestones bearing her name, just scraps 20 00:02:13,660 --> 00:02:20,980 of stories passed down, each one twisted in its own way. Some say she was just a young 21 00:02:20,980 --> 00:02:28,820 girl, barely sixteen, caught in a tragedy no child should suffer. Others claim she was 22 00:02:28,820 --> 00:02:34,780 wronged in ways too wicked to speak of, and still, there's them who swear she weren't 23 00:02:34,780 --> 00:02:41,260 just murdered. She was butchered, her body torn apart, scattered like she weren't nothing 24 00:02:41,260 --> 00:02:49,180 but a whisper in the wind. Ain't no one knows for sure. But one thing stays the same in 25 00:02:49,180 --> 00:02:57,060 every tellin'. She died alone, in fear, in pain, and she ain't never left that road 26 00:02:57,060 --> 00:03:03,780 since. Ain't no one rightly sure when she met her end, but the tale's been told so 27 00:03:03,780 --> 00:03:10,700 many times it feels older than the dirt itself. If you listen close, let them old timers talk 28 00:03:10,700 --> 00:03:16,340 long enough, you'll hear whispers of how she came to haunt that road, each version 29 00:03:16,340 --> 00:03:21,940 twistin' the truth a little different, but never losin' the weight of it. 30 00:03:21,940 --> 00:03:28,660 Some folks reckon she got caught up in somethin' dark, a sin buried so deep in family blood 31 00:03:28,660 --> 00:03:35,220 that there weren't no way out but death. They say she was with child, but it weren't 32 00:03:35,220 --> 00:03:42,780 no strangers doin', it was kin, and when that secret crawled out into the light, the 33 00:03:42,780 --> 00:03:48,900 folks who should've protected her turned on her like a pack of wild dogs. Maybe they run 34 00:03:48,900 --> 00:03:55,100 her out of town, her bare feet poundin' the dirt as she fled, heart hammerin' in her 35 00:03:55,100 --> 00:04:01,900 chest, the shame weighin' her down more than her own breath. Maybe she didn't mean to 36 00:04:01,900 --> 00:04:07,780 stop in the middle of that road, didn't mean for her knees to give way, didn't mean to 37 00:04:07,780 --> 00:04:15,020 look up just as them headlight swallowed her whole, but they did, and the road kept what 38 00:04:15,020 --> 00:04:21,820 was left of her. Then there's them who say it weren't family that took her life, but 39 00:04:21,820 --> 00:04:28,300 a man with no name, no face worth remembering, just a hunger for things that ain't his to 40 00:04:28,300 --> 00:04:34,820 take. You must've watched her, followed her, waited till the right moment to steal her 41 00:04:34,820 --> 00:04:40,820 away, draggin' her out into them woods where the trees grow too thick and the wind don't 42 00:04:40,820 --> 00:04:47,620 carry screams far enough. They say she fought, that she scratched and kicked and hollered 43 00:04:47,620 --> 00:04:54,140 till her throat was raw, but it ain't much use when there ain't nobody listenin'. 44 00:04:54,140 --> 00:05:00,580 She ran, tore through them brambles her skin ripped raw, her feet cut up, till she hit 45 00:05:00,580 --> 00:05:07,820 the creek and the cold water slowed her down. That's where he caught her. That's where 46 00:05:07,820 --> 00:05:15,340 the blade found her. That's where the crows came to clean what was left behind. And then 47 00:05:15,340 --> 00:05:21,860 there's the darkest tellin' of all. Some folks swear she weren't just murdered. She 48 00:05:21,860 --> 00:05:29,260 was hunted. A group of men, cruel-hearted and wicked-minded, led her out into the knot. 49 00:05:29,260 --> 00:05:34,300 Their laughter heavy with the kind of evil that seeps into the bones of a place, stain 50 00:05:34,300 --> 00:05:40,820 in the ground forever. Maybe she thought they meant her no harm at first? Maybe she was 51 00:05:40,820 --> 00:05:47,180 tricked by a familiar face? Maybe she was too scared to run? But by the time she knew 52 00:05:47,180 --> 00:05:54,020 what they planned, it was too late. They played their sick games, toyed with her like a cat 53 00:05:54,020 --> 00:05:59,940 with a mouse, and when they was done, they strung her up like she weren't nothing more 54 00:05:59,940 --> 00:06:07,700 than a carcass. Left her hangin' there, swingin' in the wind, her body twisted and broken, 55 00:06:07,700 --> 00:06:14,500 her last breath still lingering in the cold night air. No matter which tale you believe, 56 00:06:14,500 --> 00:06:21,020 one thing's for certain. She never left that road. And maybe she never will. 57 00:06:21,020 --> 00:06:28,740 Now, the hills of Madison County ain't ever known true peace. Some places just carry 58 00:06:28,740 --> 00:06:34,260 somethin' heavy. Like the land itself remembers what was done there and refuses to let it 59 00:06:34,260 --> 00:06:42,420 go. Folks who live near Four Mile Road say, it ain't just another stretch of country blacktop. 60 00:06:42,420 --> 00:06:49,140 It's a place that don't sit right. Soon as you set foot on it, the air thickens, pressin' 61 00:06:49,140 --> 00:06:57,260 in like hands on your shoulders, heavy and suffocatin'. The trees, tall and gnarled, 62 00:06:57,260 --> 00:07:04,100 seem to lean in closer. Their twisted branches reachin' like they're listenin'. Like they're 63 00:07:04,100 --> 00:07:13,860 waitin'. And the road itself, well, don't feel normal. It's too still, too quiet. Like 64 00:07:13,860 --> 00:07:21,700 it's holdin' its breath. Just waitin' for yours to stop. Them that have seen her don't 65 00:07:21,700 --> 00:07:28,100 always live to tell it. But those that do, their stories match up too well to be called 66 00:07:28,100 --> 00:07:35,020 lies. She comes, sudden-like. Standin' smack in the middle of the road, her thin body catchin' 67 00:07:35,020 --> 00:07:42,380 the moonlight in a way that makes the blood run cold. Some say she looks real at first. 68 00:07:42,380 --> 00:07:49,460 Just a girl, lost, needin' help. But the closer you get, the more wrong she becomes. Her dress 69 00:07:49,460 --> 00:07:55,180 is tattered, hangin' off her small frame like it's been ripped at by the wind. Or maybe 70 00:07:55,180 --> 00:08:02,780 somethin' worse. And her face, hollow, empty. Just two black pits where her eyes should 71 00:08:02,780 --> 00:08:10,660 be. Deep and endless, like starless sky before a storm. She don't move at first, don't speak, 72 00:08:10,660 --> 00:08:16,380 don't make a sound. She just stares, real slow, like she's judgein' you. Like she's 73 00:08:16,380 --> 00:08:22,460 tryin' to decide if you're the one she's been waitin' for. But if you blink, if you 74 00:08:22,460 --> 00:08:31,140 look away for even a second, she's gone. Others say she don't always stay in the road. Sometimes 75 00:08:31,140 --> 00:08:38,300 she moves. Fast. Not like a person, but like somethin' that's forgot how bones are supposed 76 00:08:38,300 --> 00:08:44,460 to work. They say they've seen her dartin' through the woods, weavin' between the trees 77 00:08:44,460 --> 00:08:50,180 and ways that ain't natural. Her body twistin' in ways that should break a person clean in 78 00:08:50,180 --> 00:08:56,300 half. And God helped the ones that stopped their car. The ones that rolled down their 79 00:08:56,300 --> 00:09:03,980 window, thinkin' maybe they imagined it. Cause that's when they hear it. Her breath. 80 00:09:03,980 --> 00:09:11,620 Right behind them. Then there's them unlucky few who hear her first. They say she don't 81 00:09:11,620 --> 00:09:17,820 always show herself right away. Sometimes she lets you feel her first, lets you walk 82 00:09:17,820 --> 00:09:25,780 straight into her haunt before she makes herself known. It starts soft, real low, like a girl 83 00:09:25,780 --> 00:09:31,980 cryin' off in the distance. The kind of sound that don't sit right in your chest that makes 84 00:09:31,980 --> 00:09:38,780 the hair on your arms stand up cause somethin' in your nose it ain't rot. It gets louder, 85 00:09:38,780 --> 00:09:46,700 slow at first, like it's driftin' through the trees. But then it grows, swells, fills 86 00:09:46,700 --> 00:09:54,180 the air till it ain't cryin' no more. It's screamin'. Long and high and wrong, like 87 00:09:54,180 --> 00:10:03,740 a soul bein' ripped from its body. And by then, it's too late. Ain't just stories neither. 88 00:10:03,740 --> 00:10:08,780 Plenty of folk claim they've seen her with their own eyes, and what they saw ain't somethin' 89 00:10:08,780 --> 00:10:15,300 they'll ever forget. One fella was drivin' home late one night, his tires hummin' low 90 00:10:15,300 --> 00:10:22,220 against the road, the mist risin' up in thin sheets from the black top. He weren't thinkin' 91 00:10:22,220 --> 00:10:29,940 about ghosts, weren't lookin' for trouble, just another long night, another drive home. 92 00:10:29,940 --> 00:10:36,900 But then his headlights caught somethin' up ahead, just past the bend. A girl, standin' 93 00:10:36,900 --> 00:10:43,060 barefoot on the side of the road, her thin frame barely catchin' the light. Her long, 94 00:10:43,060 --> 00:10:49,740 tangled hair hangin' down past her shoulders. He figured she was lost, maybe hurt, so he 95 00:10:49,740 --> 00:10:55,940 slowed down, rolled his window down real easy and called out to her, asked if she needed 96 00:10:55,940 --> 00:11:04,580 help. That's when she turned. And what looked back at him? Weren't no girl at all. Where 97 00:11:04,580 --> 00:11:12,300 her face should've been, there was nothin' but a black, empty void. No eyes, no mouth, 98 00:11:12,300 --> 00:11:17,540 just a dark, hollow space where her features should've been, like somethin' had ripped 99 00:11:17,540 --> 00:11:24,340 her identity clean away. He didn't wait to see what she'd do next, didn't check to see 100 00:11:24,340 --> 00:11:30,340 if she'd move. He slammed his foot down on the gas and prayed the road behind him stayed 101 00:11:30,340 --> 00:11:37,740 empty. Another woman, a local who'd heard the stories but never put much stock in him, 102 00:11:37,740 --> 00:11:44,260 was out near Otter Creek Bridge takin' pictures, just somethin' to pass the time, to capture 103 00:11:44,260 --> 00:11:50,380 the way the mist hung low over the water in the moonlight. Later, when she flipped through 104 00:11:50,380 --> 00:11:56,820 her camera roll, she noticed somethin' in the reflection of the lens. A shadow, tall 105 00:11:56,820 --> 00:12:04,620 and still, standin' just behind her, but she'd been alone. No one else was there. Heart, 106 00:12:04,620 --> 00:12:10,180 hammerin' in her chest she turned around, expecting to see somethin'. But the road 107 00:12:10,180 --> 00:12:18,500 was empty, the wood silent. Then she felt it. A cold breath against her neck, said she 108 00:12:18,500 --> 00:12:25,460 ain't never run so fast in her life. And then, there's the ones who go lookin' for 109 00:12:25,460 --> 00:12:33,540 her, the fools who call her name. They say, if you stand out on four-mile road at night, 110 00:12:33,540 --> 00:12:40,820 that's where the woods start to thicken, and say it three times, little Egypt, little Egypt, 111 00:12:40,820 --> 00:12:47,500 come to me. Something changes. Ain't no sound of wind rustlin' through the trees. Ain't 112 00:12:47,500 --> 00:12:53,900 no crickets singin' in the dark. Ain't nothin' but silence, thick and suffocatin', like 113 00:12:53,900 --> 00:13:02,700 the whole world, just stop breathin'. And then, you hear the footsteps, slow, draggin', 114 00:13:02,700 --> 00:13:07,660 coming toward you from somewhere deep in the trees. And if you don't move, if you don't 115 00:13:07,660 --> 00:13:13,900 run, if you just stand there, frozen, like a deer in the headlights, you might feel her 116 00:13:13,900 --> 00:13:20,540 hand brush against your arm. And if you do, it's already too late. 117 00:13:20,540 --> 00:13:29,060 Now, I gotta ask, would you walk that road at night? You reckon she's just an old tale, 118 00:13:29,060 --> 00:13:34,700 a story meant to scare kids from wanderin' too far? Or do you believe something truly 119 00:13:34,700 --> 00:13:41,460 evil lingers out there in them woods? Have you ever seen something you couldn't explain? 120 00:13:41,460 --> 00:13:47,020 Maybe you got your own ghost story to tell. Drop your thoughts in the comments below. 121 00:13:47,020 --> 00:13:52,700 We'd love to hear them. Now, if this tale chilled you to the bone, 122 00:13:52,700 --> 00:13:58,260 you best believe there's plenty more where that came from. Kentucky's got no shortage 123 00:13:58,260 --> 00:14:03,940 of haunts, and hollers filled with things that ain't meant to be seen. 124 00:14:03,940 --> 00:14:12,900 So go on, subscribe to Kentucky Melody, hit that bell, and stick round for the next tale. 125 00:14:12,900 --> 00:14:18,980 Just be sure you don't listen alone. Cause around these parts, the dead don't always 126 00:14:18,980 --> 00:14:30,300 stay buried, and neither do their stories.