Awkward…

About 9 years ago one Fraternity from U of U, Westminster, and Utah Sate had an argument about which frat consistently turned out members with better GPAs.  Instead of debating who won they decided to make sure there was a proper punishment for those who’s members didn’t live up to the education standard. So they secretly made an oath regarding one of their traditions for members who received at least 1 “F” on any of their finals. They said that each fall semester, any member who received an F on any of their finals would have to run 3 laps around Sugarhouse Park in nothing but a Sport’s Team Jersey from their home school and Whitey-Tightey Underwear, and that it had to be done on the first day it snowed after midnight on New Year’s Eve of that school year they got the F.

So, watch out on the first day of snow come 2010….because the next round of failing students is said to be a larger number than before, and each frat leader is making sure all of the school in the agreement show up with EVERY member who received an F.

But the Stillman’s assure that he will harm no one as long as there is always water running.

It was a typical weekend night. A high school couple had just finished a movie and wanted some alone time. As the boyfriend headed up to the all too well known “Lover’s Lane” the radio announcer reported of runaway Mad Man from a local Prison Asylum, last seen in the University Area (which was near Lover’s Lane) wearing an orange jumpsuit and that he had a Hook for a Right hand. Not wanting this to ruin the mood, the boyfriend quickly turn off the radio, with the girlfriend looking obviously uneasy. Once they parked in a secluded spot up at Lover’s Lane, the boyfriend turned off the car. Leaning in for a kiss the girl put her hand up to stop the him before he got too far. She said she was too scared and wanted to be taken home. The Boy locked all of the car doors and showed that all of the windows were sealed shut, and that there was nothing to worry about. He pursued, a little more aggressively, trying to kiss the girl again. The girl pushed him away again and again, saying that she didn’t want to be out there anymore and then she demanded that he take her home. Letting his temper get away from him, the Boy furiously turned on the car and stomped on the gas, and with the wheels screeching under neither the car , the boy bolted back to the main road and to the girl’s house. She silently and angrily got out of the car and slammed the door, but as she turned to give him one more evil glare, her face turned white and she started screaming. The boy rushed out of the car and around to her side…looking at the passenger’s door handle, he saw what she was screaming at. A prosthetic hook with ripped orange fabric dangling from it was hanging there. They both turned to each other, realizing how close they were to almost being attacked by the mad man with the hook.

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Many years ago, a man came to Kaysville, Utah with his family. He was the town’s founder. He had seven children and a beautiful wife named Kay. He named the town after her. After a few years of living in Kaysville Utah, just when life began going well, the man left town for a few days to get some supplies. He came back to find his wife and children all dead in his cabin. He buried his family and built a cross out of stones and placed it above their graves. He then carved Kay’s name on the cross. The cross stands over six feet tall and is said to be haunted and cursed. Those in Kaysville, Utah stay away from it. The legend says that if someone puts a penny on top of the cross heads up and come back 36 minutes later (Kay was 36 when she died), the penny will be face down. It is considered bad luck to go near the cross, and you will be cursed with a week long migraine if you look at it on any Friday the 13th.

But in 1992

The explosion that took out Kay’s Cross was pretty spectacular. It obliterated the base and hurled 10 lbs chunks of rock up to 80 feet. The hollow contained most of the debris, but an unlucky pheasant was killed, the only known casualty. The bird was roosting in a tree some forty feet away when it had an unfortunate encounter with a flying rock. No one has said whether its shade has been added to the ghosts haunting the cross.

The ruins of Kay’s Cross

Residents near Mutton Hollow Road and in the King Clarion subdivision heard the blast. Davis County Sheriff’s deputies arrived minutes later. The once majestic structure had toppled. An investigation failed to reveal what type of explosive was used. The sheriffs dutifully sent evidence to the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. No one was ever arrested. The case remains open.

Any night when driving up Crestwood, the street that the cemetery is on, one can look at the back of the cemetery, the northeast corner to be exact. After you ask your question… If watched from the time one begins to pass the cemetery until they are a little past it,  if they see the gravestone glowing in an eerie, fluorescent, green color…then the answer to their question is YES…if you see no glow…the answer is NO.

It is known throughout Kaysville, Utah, as the “glowing gravestone”

A few weeks ago one of my friends was getting his lawn re landscaped. He was outside talking to one of his buddies about his thoughts on the University of Utah vs. BYU football game this year when one of the landscapers interrupted him. The landscaper said he was on the crew hired to re-sod the U of U football field, but he is a die-hard BYU fan. While the crew was on break he got a BYU Flag and laid it on the ground before rolling sod over it. He said that way BYU could mark the field as their territory, and when they played there…they would have that much more good luck to beat U of U.

The Grave is still there today, marked on the map below by the Shed. The photos are of the actual grave taken this year.