"My own grand-pere saw the ghost of Pete Hudson. Pete was a fisherman like you, and he left his buddies to go down Haunted Bayou. Oh, they tried to warn him, but he wouldn't listen. He swore he'd explore the bayou and be out by nightfall, or he would 'smell hell'. Pete Hudson never was seen again alive, but his spirit is out there all right, along with the others that disappeared.

"I wouldn't believe it myself, but I saw them for true when I was a boy. Me and Papa was out fishin' late and found we had drifted too far down the bayou and night was comin' on. Well, out of the darkness comes a pirogue, all covered with moss. From a distance we thought it was some other fisherman comin' in late. But when that boat come closer, we saw it was filled with ghosts! All of them misty like and glowin' like moonlight. Papa yelled for me to paddle while he rowed. But it seemed like no matter how hard we worked, we just couldn't make no headway upstream. We were just splashin' and splashin' and still goin' slow as cold molasses. That ghost boat was almost on us, but when we come around that big cure, right up from where we are fishin' now, the curse let go of us. Padnat, we got to paddlin' plenty fast then, I guarantee! Ah, it's horrible to see them comin' at ya, moaning' and hollerin' for help. But that curse has got them trapped forever. They can never find their way out of Haunted Bayou."