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This is the legend of Hattie Mills from the Natomas area of Sacramento. In the mid-nineteenth century, a young immigrant couple struggling to make ends meet set out from the east coast of the United States to chase the American Dream in California. The hope was to make a better life for their only daughter, Hattie, who wanted desperately to go to school and not toil her life away in sweatshops. En route to California... some say it was an accident, some say it was an argument turned tragic... but Hattie's father was killed somewhere before in the area of the Sierra Nevadas... leaving the young single mother to fend for herself and her daughter as they struggled to make their way down from the mountains and into Sacramento. Hattie and her mother, short on food and supplies, stopped off just before the booming Gold Capital of Sacramento at a small farm to work through the harvest season, gain some money, and settle in town (the wagon train had disbanded upon reaching the Sacramento Valley). Being a strong girl of about 9 years old, Hattie would help with the harvest along with her mother. On an overcast day in Fall, Hattie was working a single horse and harvesting wagon to cut grain on the families land farthest from the house. The legend says the horse spooked at the crack of thunder, jumped, and Hatties wrist was sliced by the wagon... the artery in her wrist began to pour blood as the rain began to fall. Growning faint by the minute, Hattie in a desperate panic began to cry out for her mother... "Mommie... Mommie..." as she stumbled the long trek toward the farm house. She stumbled into a small creek... the water flowing from rain runoff... becoming too weak to climb out.... Hattie cried... in an ever faint-growing voice for her mom. The life flowed from her bodie as she drifted off to an eternal sleep. For the past hundred and fifty years or more... Hattie has been sighted in the same area as the field and farm house, now a suburban area called Natomas, crying for her mom. She is often seen around schools.. many say this is due to her intense desire go to school... crying for her mom... dressed in the buckskin brown from the fields... wearing a hat.. and blood flowing from her wrist... crying... "Mommie... Mommie... Mommie..."

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it happened about 2 years ago. i was moving in a new home, (my old one i had been in for 8 years) and our furniture was not there yet.But still, there was this strange chair in my room. We put it at the curb. I placed a mat on the floor and took nap. When i awakened, I was in the chair, in my room! My mother asked me why i put it back in my room, and i said that i did not.we put all of our furniture i the house, and my mother sold the chair to this man. when i went to my room to put the furniture in the spot i wanted it to be in, the chair was there! But this time, it was rocking, and there was this black thing in it. I screamed so loud, the neighbors came over. The thing vanished! That night, when i was asleep, i heard my name being whispered. I awakened with a start. The chair was rocking, and the thing was back!This happened for the next few nights. Until one night, I woke up to my little sister's bloodcurling scream! I went into her room, and she was gone. She has been gone to this day, and the only clue we have is the chair that rocks back and forth when you say ghost or dead.