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In 1938, a man named Carl Pruitt killed his wife in a fit of rage and then took his own life. Strange occurrences were reported in the town of Midvale, Kentucky, including sightings of Carl's ghost and unexplained noises. People who disturbed Carl's grave suffered tragic deaths, leading to a belief in a curse. Many tried to destroy the gravestone, but all attempts failed. Eventually, the land was strip-mined, destroying the grave. The story of Carl Pruitt has become a cautionary tale, but its authenticity is doubted as there is no historical record of the events. In June of 1938, in the town of Midvale, Pulaski County, Kentucky, Carl Pruitt, a well-known contractor and investor, was known by many to have a vicious temper. One day, the hot summer air hung heavy and still as Carl Pruitt stormed into his house, his irritable mood simmering just below the surface. But he heard noises that sent him into a full rage. The sound of his wife's laughter, not alone but with another man, echoed through the empty rooms, firing his fury to white-hot. When he found them in their marital bed, his vision blurred with red. The other man was fast. He barely escaped with his life as Carl ran to the bed and attacked his wife. He pulled a decorative chain from the curtains and wrapped it around his wife's neck, squeezing the life out of her. He went to his garage, where he spent most evenings, drinking and buffing his prized possession, his car. The acrid scent of gasoline must have awakened his conscience, as Carl realized what he had done. He threw a rope over a rafter, made a noose to put over his neck, and ended his own life. Even in death, Carl's temperamental spirit refused to rest. As the years passed, strange occurrences were reported in Pulaski County. Some claimed to have seen the ghostly figure of a man with a chain in his hand lurking in the shadows, while others reported hearing unexplained noises and feeling a cold breeze on warm summer nights. But the legend of Carl Pruitt truly gained momentum when a group of teenagers decided to visit his grave on a dare. As they approached the cemetery, they noticed that one of the headstones had been knocked over and moved from its original location. They walked slowly, scared, and still even more scared to admit it. Getting close, they realized that it was the headstone of Carl Pruitt that had been dragged from its perch. A noise was ringing in their ears, and soon they realized it was a whisper. Looking around at each other, they nodded, all at once. Every one of them could hear it. Word of this encounter quickly spread, and soon the legend of Carl Pruitt's ghostly revenge became a local sensation. Some claimed to have seen his ghost walking the streets at night, while others reported that he would visit them in their dreams, warning them to stay away from his grave. Word of the strange occurrences at Carl Pruitt's grave spread quickly, and more and more people began to visit the cemetery to see for themselves. Some came just for proof, while others came to dare each other to test their bravery. One group of children, led by a boy named James Collin, teasing each other for being scared of the gravestone. James, trying to prove his bravery, began throwing rocks at the grave. With one toss, he threw a rock with such force that it chipped off a piece of the gravestone. They all froze, holding their breath. When nothing happened, the boys left the cemetery and went back to their homes. But moments later, in what can only be described as a freak accident, the chain on James' bike snapped, flipping his bicycle and causing him to crash to the ground. His friends ran for help, but by the time anyone could arrive it was too late. The bike chain had wrapped around James' neck, strangling him to death. The boys all agreed it was Carl Pruitt's vengeful spirit who killed James. They told their parents and others what had happened at the grave, but when they all went to investigate, they saw that the chip James had caused was no longer there. There were, however, spots in the grass, dying, that were in the shape of linked chains. James' mother believed the boys were right about Carl's evil spirit killing her son, and sought revenge against him. She took an axe and smashed the gravestone to pieces, believing it would put a final end to the haunting. Satisfied with her efforts, she left the cemetery, but that was the last time anyone ever saw her alive. The next day, she was found dead, strangled to death by a clothesline she had accidentally tripped and gotten tangled in. Some believed it was the work of Carl Pruitt, while others thought it was just a tragic accident. But when they went to his grave, again they found it fully intact, as if it had never been struck by the axe at all. Despite the growing fear of the ghost of Carl Pruitt, and warnings not to offend his ghost, one man refused to believe in the curse. A local farmer riding with his family in a horse-drawn carriage claimed he feared no ghosts, and aimed to prove his courage as they passed the cemetery. He drew his pistol and shot at the grave from the safety of his carriage, but the bullet only chipped off a piece of stone. The sound of the gun spooked the horses, and they took off at a dangerous speed. As the carriage hurtled forward, the farmer's family leaped off, but he stayed, trying to calm the panicked horses. In a tragic twist, the farmer fell forward over the reins and was himself choked to death. When people heard how he died, there was once again a big group at the cemetery inspecting the stone, and they found it once again fully intact. At this point, the town had had it. The farmer's death caused a public outcry, and the people demanded an official investigation. So the local police department relented and sent two officers to investigate the gravestone officially. However, the officers didn't take the curse seriously, and joked about it while at the cemetery. As they drove away, one of the officers noticed a ball of light in the rear-view mirror. Despite his partner's warning to slow down, he sped up and continued to speed away from the mysterious light. In a gruesome turn of events, the driver rolled the car and was decapitated on impact, while his partner was thrown from the car, injured but alive. The townspeople took the events as proof of the curse's reality, and the legend of Karl Pruitt continued to haunt the community. The final death came several months later. Many residents were now wary of even passing by the cemetery, and even had their buried loved ones moved to different cemeteries out of fear. But there's always at least one person who doesn't heed the warnings and dares to tempt fate. This man was Arthur Lewis. He grabbed a hammer and chisel and set out at night to destroy the gravestone once and for all. Witnesses could hear the metallic sounds of the hammer slamming down on the chisel as it broke through the pieces of stone, Karl's name, and then the base. And then the sounds stopped, and were replaced with terrifying screams. Several people lived nearby and ran to the cemetery, but all they found was the dead body of Arthur Lewis, strangled by the chain that was used to lock the cemetery gate. Next to him was the completely undamaged gravestone of Karl Pruitt. With this, no one was ever buried in the cemetery again, and the last of the other bodies that were left there were also moved to other cemeteries. The land was forgotten, along with the story of Karl Pruitt. In 1958, the land was strip-mined, and the grave of Karl Pruitt was destroyed for good. The tragic deaths of those who dared to disturb his grave have become a cautionary tale for generations. The story has been passed down from person to person, with each retelling adding more details and making the legend even more terrifying. Although there are skeptics who believe that the deaths were merely a series of coincidences, many still believe that the grave of Karl Pruitt was cursed. Some even claim that they have seen his ghost wandering around the cemetery at night, seeking revenge on those who dared to disturb his final resting place. This one sounds true. There are so many versions of the compelling urban legend, and some have tried to find the actual history of the event, because there are dates and names, so there should be some record, but none can be found. The town name, Midvale, is common, but none are in Pulaski County, Kentucky. There are more states with Pulaski counties, and Arkansas may have historically had a small town called Midvale in Pulaski County, but that was in the 1800s. As authentic as this one seems to be, it's most likely just an urban legend.