DeletedUser37029
This is a story I remember hearing as a young child.
There was this old couple that lived on farm. The farmers wife had a golden arm. The farmers wife loved her golden arm and was obsessed with it. Every night before they would go to sleep she would turn to her husband and say "Promise me, when I die, you will bury me with my golden arm." Every night the husband would promise that her golden arm would be buried with her. Years passed on and the Farmers wife died. As he had promised, he buried his wife with her golden arm. The Farmer was struck with grief for the loss of his wife and the Farm was hit with hard times and began to deteriorate. The equipment was left to rust, the animals were ill, the crops were withering, the buildings in need of repair and the bank was foreclosing. The Farmer was afraid to loose the farm as it was all he had left after his wife's death. He didn't know how he was going to come up with the money to save the farm with the condition it was in, then he remembered, his wife's golden arm. He said to him self, "If I just had that golden arm I would have more that enough money to save the farm." One night the Farmer grabbed his shovel and headed to the graveyard to dig up his wife and her golden arm. As he began to dug the wind started to pick up and the weather was turning bad. He quickly got the golden arm and rushed home. The wind was howling fiercely, the rain was beating against the house and the thunder clapping loudly. On the howling wind you could hear a faint voice moaning "where is my golden arm, where is my golden arm." Now having the golden arm and not knowing where to hide it, the Farmer hid it under the covers in bed. The storm outside was starting to get more fierce and the voice as getting louder, "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" There was scratching and knocking on the front door then a large gust of wind thrust the door wide open. The moaning voice was getting louder "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" The voice was even louder now, like it was in side the house "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" As the room got colder he heard the voice again "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" "DO YOU HAVE IT?!" as ice cold fingers wrapped around his throat.
Yorkton
There was this old couple that lived on farm. The farmers wife had a golden arm. The farmers wife loved her golden arm and was obsessed with it. Every night before they would go to sleep she would turn to her husband and say "Promise me, when I die, you will bury me with my golden arm." Every night the husband would promise that her golden arm would be buried with her. Years passed on and the Farmers wife died. As he had promised, he buried his wife with her golden arm. The Farmer was struck with grief for the loss of his wife and the Farm was hit with hard times and began to deteriorate. The equipment was left to rust, the animals were ill, the crops were withering, the buildings in need of repair and the bank was foreclosing. The Farmer was afraid to loose the farm as it was all he had left after his wife's death. He didn't know how he was going to come up with the money to save the farm with the condition it was in, then he remembered, his wife's golden arm. He said to him self, "If I just had that golden arm I would have more that enough money to save the farm." One night the Farmer grabbed his shovel and headed to the graveyard to dig up his wife and her golden arm. As he began to dug the wind started to pick up and the weather was turning bad. He quickly got the golden arm and rushed home. The wind was howling fiercely, the rain was beating against the house and the thunder clapping loudly. On the howling wind you could hear a faint voice moaning "where is my golden arm, where is my golden arm." Now having the golden arm and not knowing where to hide it, the Farmer hid it under the covers in bed. The storm outside was starting to get more fierce and the voice as getting louder, "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" There was scratching and knocking on the front door then a large gust of wind thrust the door wide open. The moaning voice was getting louder "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" The voice was even louder now, like it was in side the house "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" As the room got colder he heard the voice again "Where is my golden arm? Where is my golden arm?" "DO YOU HAVE IT?!" as ice cold fingers wrapped around his throat.
Yorkton
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