This was a new angle. Rick and Scotty looked at each other, puzzled.
"You've seen the others?" Scotty asked.
"Sure have. Not close to, you can bet. Got no wish to tangle with spirits, not me. But I saw them. They walked in the cornfield on top of the mine hill, and they walked in the field where your plane is. They was lookin' for somethin'."
"How do you know?" Rick demanded.
"They'd walk, then stop, and bend over. Like they were searchin' the ground. Bet one of 'em lost a head and is huntin' for it."
"Did you see where they came from, or went to?"
"Not me. I got curiosity, but not the kind that killed that cat they tell about. Like I say, me and spirits don't mix, none to speak of."
Rick pondered the information. "Are these ghostly walks at nine o'clock?"
"No. Mostly around midnight."
Rick turned to Scotty. "What do you make of that?"