The Legend of Lucy Keyes is a true story about a young girl who disappeared on Wachusset Mountain in 1755.
Lucy Keyes was a four-year old girl who was born in Princeton Massachusetts. She lived with on a farm on Wachusett Mountain with her mother, Martha, her father, Robert and her two elder sisters.
On April 14th 1755, Lucy’s mother was doing some spring cleaning and needed to scour the floors of their home. The fine-grained sand on the shore of Wachusett Lake was used for this chore, and she sent her nine-year old daughter Anna and her seven-year old daughter Patty to collect the sand. When the sisters left the house, little Lucy followed them into the woods and was never seen again.
Search parties were organized immediately to find the missing girl. The woods were scoured, the lake was drained, but nobody could find any trace of Lucy Keyes. It was as if she had vanished into thin air. All they managed to find was a lock of blond hair, next to a hollow log.
The local people eventually gave up the search when a neighbor, a man named Tilly Littlejohn, said that he had seen some indians lurking in the woods. At that time, it was not uncommon for children to be kidnapped by indian tribes. Many people were convinced that the little girl had been abducted by native americans and spirited away.
However, her mother never gave up hope and regularly roamed the woods at night, looking for her missing child. Night after night, the desperate mother could be heard, making her way through the trees and calling out for her daughter. Her father sold the farm and used the money to search for Lucy.
No one ever solved the mystery of what happened to Lucy Keyes. No blood, tracks or clothing of the missing girl was ever found. Overwhelmed by grief, Martha Keyes began to loose her sanity. She died in 1786, never knowing what happened to her daughter.
After the deaths of Lucy’s parents, a strange incident came to light. A group of traders who were traveling in Canada came across an Indian tribe who had a white woman with them. The woman spoke no English and had no idea where she was born or how she had come to be with the tribe. The only English words she knew were “Chusetts Hill”.
Years later, Tilly Littlejohn, the neighbor who claimed he saw indians in the woods, was on his deathbed. He told his family that he had something to confess before he died. He said that, years before, he had committed a terrible murder.
He had been involved in a disagreement with Robert Keyes over a property dispute. He also resented the happiness of the Keyes family. One day, he spotted Lucy Keyes wandering in the woods all alone. Filled with anger and hatred, he grabbed the little girl and beat her head against a rock several times until she was dead.
Then, the evil man set about concealing her body. He stuffed her into a hollow log and went home. That evening, he joined a search party that was looking for her. As they combed the woods, he became nervous and feared that they would stumble on the hollow log and discover Lucy’s body.
That night, Littlejohn went out into the woods and dragged her body out of the log. He buried her in a hole and covered it with stones and dead leaves. To shift attention away from himself, Littlejohn invented a story about Lucy being taken by Indians.
Not long after his confession, Littlejohn died. He was never brought to justice for his crime.
Ever since then, it is believed that the ghosts of Lucy and her mother, Martha, haunt Wachusett Mountain. Many people claim they have heard the voice of a woman calling out, “Lucy! Luuuuuucy!” as she wanders the mountain. Once, after a fresh snowfall, a hunter came upon the tracks of a small child’s bare footprints in the snow.
In 2006, the Lifetime Network made a movie about this ghost story called The Legend of Lucy Keyes. The directors even reported strange noises, equipment malfunctions and abrupt weather changes while filming on location at the family’s farm in Princeton, Massachusets. Some say it was the spirit of Martha Keyes making sure the family’s story was correct.
@Whiler me too lol I was halfway through the story when I realized I was wrong
The paranormal group I am in, black cross paranormal, is going to be investigating the lucy keyes story in september. does anyone know more information they could share with me. i can be reached at Jroyal8393@gmail.com as for the question from people asking who the white girl with the indians was. Well lucy lived on Wachusett Mountain, or as some people call it, a hill. They think that the white girl was lucy because the only english she really knew was Chusett Hill. which is short for Wachusett.
OMG the movies on now!
SFK i have a question. Ok, so a few months ago, you guys wrote a story. It was called “Anita ….” I can’t remember her last name! It was the story where the figure skater discovered that Wikipedia was telling her future. It would say something, and the next day that would happen. Towards the end, she wrote in that she would win something, and when she checked back it said “Anita is very selfish, and deserves to pay for what she did”; I remember that line, but I can’t remember the last name. I’ve been searching on the website, but just can’t seem to find the story. I know her last name started with a “P”. Can you please tell me the story’s title? Thanks.
Scaryforkids says: That’s Annora Petrova https://www.scaryforkids.com/annora-petrova/ (I don’t blame you, it’s a hard name to remember. I think it’s a Czech name. BTW I can’t take credit for this one. i didn’t write it, but I wish i did cos it’s a really creepy one!
SFK, Heres my story I wrote for class (I thought the rest of you might like it too.)
It was an ordinary week in Gentoricic Forest, or for now it was. The grass was a vibrant shade of emerald, The air smelled fresh and sweet, and a small pond full of gold and silver fish gleamed in the moonlight. A tall girl with flowing black hair climbed up a wooden ladder into a treehouse. I had just gotten home from collecting seeds to plant for crops. When I made it through the door of my home, a floorboard creaked. “I know your there, Endara,†I said. “How did ya know?†She asked. My younger sister appeared from behind a chest. “I know many things,†I said, smiling. Endara stormed off, Leaving me alone next to the door. I looked out the window to see creepers, spiders, zombies, and skeletons run for cover from the sunrise. I yawned. After the hard work of finding seeds, dodging exploding creepers, and killing zombies, I was tired. I began to wander around my home, rearranging amour, sharpening swords, and creating redstone circits for fun. Then I sat down at the kitchen table to eat dinner. When I was done, I walked to my bedroom door. “Goodnight, Endara,†I said. I opened the door, drifted to my bed, and fell asleep. The instant I awoke, I knew something was wrong. No birds were singing, the air smelled musty, and I could not shake the feeling of dread. I got dressed and went outside with my pickaxe. Today I had to go mining for more metal to make a new sword. Fog covered the ground like a blanket. Then I looked up and saw something terrifying.
I blinked. I was so afraid it came as an instinct to me. Whatever I had seen had disappeared in a split second. That was nearly an impossible feat. I rubbed my eyes and walked on. Everywhere I looked, I saw death. Trees were losing leaves, plants were wilting, and scarlet blood dotted several rocks. I was generally a brave girl, but this, this could even scare my older sister, Eszmerrelda in an instant. Then I walked on to my mine, but I could not enter it because huge boulders had fallen in the way. Then I thought about the creature I had seen near my home. I was strong enough to move the rocks enough to crawl inside of my mine. Then I saw a gruesome sight. “Eszmerrelda!†I cried. I fell next to my sister in horror. Eszmerrelda was lying in a pool of ruby red blood. “Eszmerrelda, C-Can you hear me?†I asked. Then I rolled Eszmerrelda’s limp body over to see the extent of her injures. A slash in her side, Unmistakably done by a blade, was still gushing blood. I ripped of my cloak and wrapped it around my sister’s wound. Then I picked up Eszmerrelda’s body and carried it home. When I got there, I placed Eszmerrelda’s body on my bed. I tried to get a medical kit, but I felt a hand on my wrist. I looked down to see Eszmerrelda trying to get up, but I gently pushed her back down.â€Stay still,†I said. “You know I can’t do that, Elona,†She said, smiling. A loud banging outside ripped through the air. My sister’s eyes widened in terror, then she blacked out. I knew I would have to fight, so I darted to my storage chest and pulled out a sword and a helmet and ran outside. I saw a tall man with blood on his hands. I knew this person had harmed my sister. “Hey!†I yelled at him. He looked up, and I saw he had glowing white eyes. “Herobrine,†I whispered in alarm. Herobrine ran at me and I braced myself for the impact. I was a born warrior, and a good one too. When he hit me, I grabbed him and put my sword up to his neck. Then I pushed him forwards and he fell off the house. He did not fall off, though. He stood right on the edge and whipped around. “You!†He yelled and vanished. For the first time in my life, I screamed. Not in fear, but in anger. I ran off into the forest. When I came to my lava pit, I stared deep into it. For some reason, The churning lava cooled my nerves. Then I came to the edge. I felt someone behind me. Then I was pushed into the lava.
If I did not have a protection charm on, I would not have survived that fall. As I climbed back onto the shore I looked around. Herobrine was gone. I shook my head to distinguish my burning hair.†That was the end of the line, Herobrine!†I shouted. “I will get you this time!†I knew it was no good. I look around once more. The forest was gloomy as ever. The fog had gotten thicker and any grass that was still alive had turned a shade of gray. I began to walk back home. Eszmerrelda was still hurt and she would need my help. I climbed up the ladder and opened the door. No sooner had I done that, The scent of blood had overwhelmed me.â€Esz- Eszmerrelda?†I asked. No response. I walked into my room to see Eszmerrelda still lying in bed, but she had a knife plunged deep into her chest.â€No!†I cried, rushing over to her side. I was too late. Eszmerrelda coughed and thick blood spilled from her mouth. Then she was gone.†I will avenge you, my sister.â€I said, gently kissing her forehead. I removed the blade from her chest and threw it out the window.†Ekuonox, â€I yelled. A silver and black panther slid into the room. She padded over to me and licked my hand. I dropped onto my knees and rubbed her head.â€How’s about a little ghost hunting today, buddy?†I asked. She purred in delight. I picked up my sword and ran outside.â€Herobrine!†I called, walking back to the lava pit. “Herobrine!†I called once more. I stood next to the lava pit.†Let us settle this once and for all!†I yelled, becoming annoyed. Then, He appeared with a smile on his face. “Only god can save you know.†He said, Then he launched himself at me. I dodged it, and swung my blade at his head. It went right through. “ha ha ha h-“ He was cut off when Ekuonox launched herself at him. Herobrine was pushed to the ground with a great thud.†No Herobrine, Only god can save YOU now.†I said, and he growled at me. Then I remembered the silver cross around my neck. I ripped it off and held it to his face. Then he screamed in pain as he transformed into a human. I slashed my sword and killed him instantly. I called Ekuonox off of him. Then with a smile on my face, I picked up his body and dropped it into the lava.
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