It was a cold wintry day on October 31h 1854. Alma woke up with a very bad cold. Her body ached and her head felt like a dozen trolls were dancing on her forehead. She was soaked to the skin in slimy sweat so she arose and dressed quickly into her long dress of the period.
Chicken soup was what she needed to feel better so she sent her husband Waldo out to the hen house to select a fat chicken to make into a tasty warming soup that she was sure would make her feel better.
Waldo selected the fattest hen he could find and took it to the chopping stump. As he stood by the stump, axe in hand ready to chop the chicken in the neck, he swore he heard the chicken say “You’ll be sorry.” But his hand was already making the motion toward the chicken and he could not stop the destruction the axe caused. He decided that the wind must have been playing tricks on him because everyone knows chickens can’t talk.
Together the couple took the chicken and cooked it into a marvelous chicken and vegetable soup. Then they set the table and prepared for a tasty meal sure to satisfy their cold tired bones.
“Before we eat we should wash up” said Alma. So they went out to the well in back of the house with a bar of lye soap and a clean cloth to wash up. When they were out of the house the chicken pieces jumped out of the pot and reconnected together. The now reconnected chicken grabbed a meat cleaver and stood by the door.
Waldo was faster then Alma at cleaning up so he was the first to enter the house. Upon entering the house the chicken took the meat cleaver and hacked into Waldo’s boot. Waldo screamed in pain and astonishment at the sight of the chicken with the meat cleaver.
Hearing the scream Alma headed for the house and saw Waldo holding his foot and a mad chicken dancing around him. Terrified with fear she grabbed Waldo and they ran into the woods with the chicken following close behind. Waldo and Alma were never seen again.
To this day folks who live near the farm where it happened can hear a scream in the night every Halloween.