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Paranormal Experience: Bacashaw the Spirit


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I grew up in a town called Blue Ridge in Botetourt County Virginia. Our house literally was only about one half a mile away from the foot of the mountains where members of our church lived. There was an old bridge about 2 blocks from my home and we could cross it and get the mountain area. Once the bridge was deemed unsafe you had to drive about two miles east and then turn on a dirt road to get to the same place. There were always stories of the supernatural being told and back in those days you did not question adults, but accepted what they told you. living in the county and near the mountain gave an air of excitement to the tales and set an atmosphere of both curiosity and fear of the unknown. Some of my friends said their parents told them of ghosts they had seen and It made you eager to hear the stories, yet fearful to have your own encounter and find out if they were true. There was always someone seeing a ghost dog, or a dead pet come back to life, and this was normal for my neck of the woods.

Adolph Ceasar

Adolph Ceasar

Mr. Harrison

My great-grandma always said if you encountered a spirit to ask what in the name of the Lord it wanted. I have kept this in mind but as of yet have not had to ask this question. Great grannie said if it were an evil spirit it would disappear and if it came from the Lord it would state it's business. I knew in the Bible there was the story of King Saul summoning a spirit from the ground. I Samuel, 28) and the hand that mysteriously appeared on the wall.(Daniel chapter 5). I knew the disciples thought Jesus was a ghost when He came walking on water, Matthew cha0pter 14, so I had no reason to doubt the unexplained. My grandma told of a spirit who blew hot air on your neck as you walked by a certain corner in the neighborhood after dark. There were other neighbors who had their own tall tales and only one of them seemed to possibly have any truth to it. As a young girl in elementary school, we had a neighbor whose home was about 40 or 50 steps from ours with a lot of trees and bushes in between. I had cousins who lived nearby on the other side of his house. This neighbor was called Mr. Harrison and he was an older light-skinned black male. He walked with a cane and if he came to visit he would use that cane to knock on the door. Mr. Harrison looked a lot like Adolph Ceasar who portrayed Albert,AKA Mr's father in The Color Purple, (hat and all). Like most every other adult in the community, Mr.Harrison had his own ghost tale.


Mr. Harrison's house actually was a log cabin. When you went through the door you walked into about 14 wooden steps that led to the upstairs. There was no railing but on each side of every one of those steps were Mason jars. I could not tell the contents and I supposed it was food that he was canning, but something about those jars seemed eerie. The house was always dark and it made me feel as if I were in one of the horror movies I watched on television. Whenever anyone asked what was upstairs, Mr. Harrison would say Bacashaw. We children thought he had a wild animal or some type of monster, like Big Foot held captive. He would always tell us that if we were bad, that Bacashaw would come to get us. We never thought it was a ghost. Sometimes parents would say that Bacashaw was going to get children who were not being good, but no one ever said what it was. Everyone told the tale that Bacashaw lived upstairs in Mr. Harrison's home and it was accepted that it was so. I can recall on a few occasions that I went to visit with my cousins, Mr. Harrison's home just did not feel like the kind of place that one would feel comfortable. I would always look up those steps but never dared to go there.

The blood curdling scream

One day when I was about 8 or 9 Mr. Harrison's house caught fire. It was just after dark and the smell of the smoke from the burning house was horrible and lingered for days. We all were standing outside watching and as the flames were raging and the fire department was hosing the house with water. Suddenly there came from the burning rubble a blood-curdling scream. There was no way that it was human and it sounded too terrifying to be just a wounded animal. The sound was otherworldly and my grandma said that it was Bacashaw. I took her word and never doubted. Even as a child, I knew that spirits don't die so I supposed that "It" was angry at being displaced and howled as it went away and I wondered where it went. Now, 50 some years later, I think all kinds of things when I recall Mr. Harrison and his house. I wonder if those Mason jars held food or perhaps like paranormal experts Ed and Lorraine Warren, there were spirits captured inside. Could the terrifying cry that we heard have been all those spirits being released from the jars? I then wonder how if spirits can walk through doors, anyone could capture them in containers as the Warrens have claimed to do. I also am curious as to why Mr. Harrison came up with the name Bacashaw?. I have looked it up several times and cannot find it anywhere as a human or demon name. I don't have any answers except that something screamed bloody murder as the house was burning.

No answers

Surely if there were a pet or some type of animal in the house Mr.Harrison would have said something to the firemen about getting it out. Nothing was found later in the rubble except for household items and there was never a smell of burning flesh. No one ever said they saw Bacashaw but everyone accepted it as real. This story does not confirm or disprove the supernatural but sheds light on the way people think about it. If Bacashaw is a spirit, it is out there somewhere roaming or perhaps has found another home. After seeing the movie Beetlejuice and other movies, I was afraid for a while to even say Bacashaw's name because I wondered if it were true that by saying the name I might summon something. I rely on my personal faith that Christ has given me power over evil and that nothing will harm me.(Luke 10:19) Anyone who could shed light on this situation is deceased and my cousins and neighbors who are my age don't really know any more than I do. If anyone reading has had a similar experience please share, and thank you.

This content is accurate and true to the best of the author’s knowledge and is not meant to substitute for formal and individualized advice from a qualified professional.

© 2020 Cheryl E Preston


Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 13, 2020:

Thank you for sharing this. I enjoy reading about the experiences of others.

OLUSEGUN from NIGERIA on September 12, 2020:

There are many stories about a spirit, my father is from a small village in Ekiti State, the name of the village is called Ilemeso-ekiti, while my mother is from Itapa Ekiti, about 100 miles from Ilemeso-Ekiti.

However, my father's village was behind in many things and there were speculations that the ghosts, (spirits) in the village were the ones affecting the progress of the village and her natives far and near.

My late mother would attach this to idol worship's prevalence in my father's village because the only church there as at 1990 was Anglican church which was not attended by the people and those attending the place too were not Born Again, because of this on countless number of times before her death has she moved members of her evangelical teams to witness there, yet people were not converted. However, she was a die-hard evangelist and would not relent, at any impulse she will go there with her vehicle to preach.

Now, in 1990, a man came to my father and says he wants to go and establish a church there, it is a Christ Apostolic church, my mother was elated, because she knows the church is good in prayer and this will help cast out the demons in the village.

The man started the church and was receiving supports from my parents.

The man died ten years after but the church has been founded and few people were worshiping there.

Now in 2004, I traveled to Ekiti for a wedding and met accidentally met with the King of my village (we are from the same Royal compound), and he asks me if I will like to visit my village, i said yes, because, we were not allowed to go home by our parents for some reasons...

Now he took me home and I saw the village.

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then the members of the church came to me that they heard that I am a Pastor in a church in Ilorin and would want me to assist them in Night Vigils and other things till a new pastor be posted to the church.

I agreed. And one day while talking with a member of the church, he told me that it was during one of the Night Vigils that they heard strange Noises from the mountain at the entrance of the village, followed by stormy winds howling off and that was when they knew that some demons inhabiting the mountain called "Ori-Oke Ile" have fled the village.

He will add that it was after this that some physical changes entered the village, as young boys started building houses, which were never heard of before.

I shared this to tell you and corroborate your words on ghosts and or demons, they have been around the world for long and would be there as long as the world would be in existence, metamorphosing into different forms now.

Good work, wonderful memory.

Stay Blessed in Jesus name. amen.

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 11, 2020:

Thanks for sharing. There are so many tales passed down.

Anupam Mitu from MUMBAI on September 11, 2020:

Nice story..

In our village (A small village in North India) we were scared with "Bhokaiya" that was similar to this 'Bokashaw'. But never witnessed anything personally apart from their scary tales.

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 11, 2020:

Thanks Peggy. I’m glad you read it.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on September 11, 2020:

It must have been scary to hear that scream, although nothing was ever discovered after the fire. It sounds like the plot of a scary mystery story.

Cheryl E Preston (author) from Roanoke on September 11, 2020:

Margaret, I grew up in the Blue Ridge mountains literally and there were lots of tales. Thank you for reading.

Margaret Minnicks from Richmond, VA on September 11, 2020:

Wow! I don't need to watch Netflix this weekend because I have just read a mystery. I couldn't wait to get to the end to finish reading the story. I have encountered and heard about a lot of things in my lifetime, but I have never heard about "Bacashaw" or anything similar.

Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on September 11, 2020:

I heard some scary stories when I never had any experience like that. Mr. Harrison sounds like a scary man. I wonder what was in those jars. I think that scream is something you would never forget. Thanks for sharing your experience.

Lorna Lamon on September 11, 2020:

Similar tales where told in Ireland and I can remember as a child being told the story of the 'Banshee'. This was the spirit of an old witch who howled when someone died. However, not everyone heard these howls and if you did, then it meant that someone in your family would die. Thinking back they were pretty terrifying tales for young children.

Binoy from Delhi on September 10, 2020:

Interesting story about Bacashaw. Thanks for sharing the story.

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