10/06/2026
“The Devil’s Ride Home With Andy” By Bobby R. Glover
Here is a story my grandparents, Herman and Arlee Musgrove, used to tell us kids as we all sat together on the front porch—us children swaying in the porch swing and the adults resting in their rocking chairs. Is it just another old folklore story or is it true? We may never know…
It takes place around the year of 1903, It’s about Herman’s uncle, Andy Boyd.
Andy was about 20 years old, still living at home with his parents.
Andy was a mean young man, and most folks didn't care for him. Whenever something bad happened around town, everyone would usually say, "Andy probably did it."
One dark night, Andy was riding his old horse down a familiar, rutted dirt road. The horse knew the way home by heart. But this night felt different from others—it was pitch black, dead silent, and completely still, without even a whisper of wind. The only sound breaking the heavy quiet was the steady click-clack of his horse's hooves.
Suddenly, the bushes rustled, followed by the heavy thud of footsteps moving right behind them. Startled, the horse came to a sudden halt. Andy turned around to look, but it was too pitch-black to see anything—man or beast. He nudged the horse with his heels to urge him forward, but the horse refused to budge. Andy turned to look once more, but again, saw nothing in the dark.
When the horse finally began to walk again, something—or someone—suddenly leapt onto the horse behind Andy. Terrified, Andy didn't dare turn around. He couldn't physically feel anything touching him, but he could feel a terrifying presence sitting right behind him. The horse kept walking, but much slower now, as if carrying a heavy, unseen weight. Andy tried to make the horse go faster, but the extra weight only slowed him down further.
Finally making it close to home, Andy jumped off the horse, ran into the house, and scrambled right into his parents' bed. All he could bring himself to say was, "The devil's after me!"
Something definitely happened to Andy! Andy was a changed man after that night—he was kind, he was polite, and helpful to everyone he met, and Yes! He was at home each night before it got dark.
