Speaker 1: The Ghostly writer. It was nineteen thirty five and the
West Texas town of Winck was enjoying the earliest days
of its oil boom in the midst of the depression.
Men were happy to have the jobs that the rigs provided,
no matter how hard they were expected to work. On
one particular job site north of town, the roughnecks had
to deal with something more than heavy labor. However, they
had to cope with a ghost. The specter would always
appear in the cold early mornings, just as the night
shift handed things over to the daytime workers. The scene
was described by Leon Thompson and The Holiday's nineteen ninety
six issue of Past, Present Future. A strange Indian boy
on a horse came riding through camp as fast as
he could go. He looked straight ahead, but hoof beats
and the boy's voice urging his charger to go faster
could be heard. In seconds, both rider and horse had
vanished into the mitts around the camp, leaving an eerie silence.
The oil filled workers were intensely curious about the young phantom.
They wanted to know who he was and where he
was going. Eventually, they decided that they would try to
stop him on his daily path through the site. They
formed a plan, but it wasn't effective. The workers simply
stood together in a line, forming a human barrier across
the path that the rider usually took. The blockade didn't
succeed in even making the boy pause. He simply rode
his horse straight through the men. The workers weren't trampled,
but they felt a rush of freezing air sweep across
them as he passed. A number of men became so
spooked at that point that they quit the jobs for
which they had been so desperate. The ghostwriter was more
dedicated to his duty. Nearly every morning, he continued to appear,
coaxing his steed into a mad race across the oil
filled The boy was a supernatural fixture the work site
for four more years. In nineteen thirty nine, he made
his last recorded appearance in the camp. He might have
been forgotten if not for a gruesome discovery some twenty
three years later. In nineteen sixty two, pipeline workers near
the original site of the Writer unearthed a skeleton that
had been buried in a seated position. They carefully exhumed
the bones and then sent them for scientific testing. The
results showed that the remains had been those of a
Native American Indian mail roximately sixteen years old. Everyone felt
certain that he must have been the mysterious ghostly writer.
After years of charging across the West Texas oil fields,
the boy's existence had finally been confirmed.