While growing up in the mountains of North Carolina I had always heard
various students in my school talking about Helen. I am not sure to this
day how the woman died, I don't remember having heard the exact
circumstances of her death. I was in class one day and heard a couple of
friends talking about going to "call" Helen on Friday night. I ask if I
could come along and they said "yes". I got home from school and made some
excuse to be able to get out of the house and succeeded. A girlfriend
picked me up at 8 and we headed to a town called "Royal Pines". The same
place they filmed the movie "Dirty Dancing". We met up with some guys we
knew and set around awhile in the car and shot the bull and we decided
about 9:00 is was time to drive up the mountain. I remember it being foggy
but you could still see the road, it took us approximately 15 minutes to
reach the water tower at the top of the mountain.
It was cold but I was anxious to see what was up at the water tower. When
we first got there, there were 5-6 other cars parked around and you could
hear people off in the distance laughing and carring on. My first
impression was that this was just a place to park and drink and raise a
little Hell. I saw a friend of mine there and his name was Roy. He is
currently a deputy sheriff. He told me that they had already seen Helen
once that night, I thought that all this was just a hoax and I started
laughing, he looked at me and told me that he would never lie to me and
that he had had enough and was going home. Come to think about it now he
did look kind of pale. He left and I did not see him for a month. In
order to call Helen you had to climb the water tower and call her name
three times. "Helen, come forth". Well I saw with my own eyes, something
that night I could never explain, it started out as a small could of fog
and it enveloped the tower and I could hear 2 guys crying for someone to
come up and get them. They were literally crying and said they wanted to
go home and never come back. After I saw the fog i could hear the faint
crying of a women who sounded like she was in great pain. we left Royal
Pines mountain that night and I never returned. I had also heard that
Helen had left her handprint on the trunck lid of a car and it could not be
washed off or painted over. If I ever get the chance I will try myself to
climb the towere and call forth to Helen once more.