The year was 1978. In a tiny little town along the outskirts of the Dallas area, it was halloween night. Being the hometown of the Texas Chainsaw Masssacre, it added to the terror.
A group of young teen boys and girls were out having a good time trick or treating and causing some mischief. They all stopped momentarily and silently stared at the famous graveyard in view over the hill.
They immediately began to talk about how legend had it that a psycho killer who was shot and killed by one of his victims was dead there and that each halloween night he got another victim. In the morning after halloween a person goes missing and a piece of the person's clothing was never found.
One brave girl among the group of teens said it was all a lie and that she would prove it by going to the graveyard and carving her name on the gravestone. As she parted, her friends told her that they would wait for her outside the graveyard. Minutes passed, then hours.
The following morning, she was found dead as a doorknob. She had died of fright when she caught her coat on an overhanging limb while carving her name on the gravestone. She thought that it was the killer trying to get her.
Mysteriously, to this day, her shirt has not been found. If you visit that grave, you will see that dead girls name half carved on the gravestone.
