Ghost Mountain

By Marcus V.

I have many stories to write about and will do in a later time, but this is one of my best experiences. It is about an old high school legend called "Ghost" or "Goatman" Mountain. There have been a few write ups about this place located in Cedar Hill, Texas off of Hwy 67 near a man-made lake name "Joe Poole." It is a very old cemetery name "Mt. Pleasant." There have been tales of Devil Worshippers, findings of bloody torsos and a nearby cattle experiment farm where deformed cows would graze in the countryside.


Me and my friends often visited this place from the late 70's to mid 80's. Hoping to get the girls we bring scared. We have sometimes encountered unexplained events, but none like the one that is about to be told. The cemetery had an old cast-iron bar gate around it and had these two huge dead-like trees in the middle. It was about a half block long with the dirt road traveling along side of it and the other side was up against a brushy hillside. We have seen a few times a bon-fire at the top of that hill and people walking around it; which would scare us enough to leave back to North Oak Cliff, a suburb of Dallas.

Well, here is where things changed and none of us NEVER returned to Ghost Mountain. There were three guys; myself, Jose and Jimmy and two girls and we arrived at the place around 10pm after a day long rain. We drove along the cemetery and the girls were just freaking out. All of a sudden one of the guys jumped out of the Bronco, jumped the gate and ran to the middle of the cemetery to hide! Jimmy has always been crazy, but he went beyond his limits here. At one end of the cemetery is the infant area, where the babies were buried and where the road ended. While we were making a u-turn to go back to hunt for Jimmy a worn down pickup truck came speeding toward us and two drunk country hicks come stumbling out while their girlfriends stayed in the truck. They were carrying pistols and two shotguns, and one flashlight. They were excited about seeing the Goatman earlier and they were back to kill it.

I told them that our friend was in there and watch out for him, they demanded for one of us to go with them to point out Jimmy. Jose and myself went along, all the girls were now freaking out. We started walking through the baby part and I quickly noticed...little bare foot prints everywhere. I pointed this out to Jose and his eyes opened wide. We got to where the cement walkway was that went to the middle of the cemetery and at that time I had enough. There was this gravestone that had a large marble ball on top of it that felt like it vibrated or turned. Then, there was this grave site that had a small fence around it that had a hinged door at the feet end that was opened and a series of dragged marks in the mud leading to the heavy brush.

There were two paths that led into the brush, one of the hicks turned to me and told me to go with him, I had a better idea, we then heard a strange sound coming from one of the paths and the other hick ran into the brush with the light. Instantly, I ran towards the dirt road and Jose turned around and ran back down the cement. As I climb over the gate and started to run toward the trucks headlights I came by Jimmy running as well. Jose got to the trucks before we did and then the other hick got there screaming that we needed to go back. Then we all heard a shotgun go off, the girls started screaming and crying begging us to get in and leave. I could see someone lying on the road by the cemetery waving their hand. WE got in the Bronco as the hick started running toward his friend on the road. As we stopped by them his friend had this huge cut on his forehead and bleeding badly.

He said that someone or something threw him against a tree in the brush and he started to run away and while trying to climb over the gate they grabbed his foot and he turned and shot his gun. After hearing that, Jose floored the gas pedal and we NEVER returned to Ghost Mountain. The cemetery is still there, but the population growth has overcome the countryside and now the ole’ forbidden site is now someone’s backyard.

Marcus V.

The Colony, TX

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