I can still remember the story my grandfather use to tell me on a stormy night at bedtime. When he tucked me in I would pull the covers over my head and close my eyes and shake like a leaf and pray for daylight to arrive soon. What a story he could tell, now that I'm all grown up now I feel I should share it with the rest of the scary story fans.
This story dates back to the mid 1800's around the Gold Rush days when everyone had gold fever running through their veins. The town where it all happened was a little town called Clantondale and Tom Barkley had the gold fever like no one else. He didn't have many friends or even a pretty lady to keep him company. All Tom thought about was striking it rich and keeping it all to himself.
Tom finally got his wish but with his bloody hands and when other prospector's found out about his little scheme the tables were turned. Tom was the one that would be killed for his gold and be sealed in the mine forever but his ghost still haunts the mine.