Olewaif's Legends & Lore series was one of my favourites. With his permission, I'm republishing this old ghost cache in a slightly new location. The story has been verified by a Chowan family member, whose descendants lived just uphill from the current cache location. (Today the property is now owned by a fellow cacher:)
PLEASE NOTE: This is a very popular fishing spot (in season, you may encounter a number of muggles with lines in the water). Also, the watershed group just finished a lot of work to try to preserve the river so the ground is very soft now. I recommend wearing rubber boots for foreseeable future and approaching along water's edge rather than the right side of entry lane. For anyone who saw this area before you will see some amazing improvements and even a heron or two! The remains of the old mill are much more visable as well...great spot for pics! While excavating, some of the old mill wheels were discovered and moved uphill onto the Dixon farm on the other side of the water, as this mill is a historic part of their family! Thanks to KDCACHERS for the container...it's one of my personal favourites!
As told by Olewaif : Scot's Mill Ghost;
This story involves Chowans Mill, back when it was called Scots Mill and run by John Scot and his sons. It was a good mill with a good reputation but this story occurred on an occasion when illness had made it impossible for the Scots to keep up with the grinding so wheat was piling up in the mill. John was at home resting one night when he heard the wheel of the mill start to creak and turn. He thought there was an intruder and went down the hill to the mill to investigate. There was a lantern lit and he could hear the grinding wheel working inside. As he went in he was amazed to see wheat being ground , the hopper full, bags fitted to elevators and everything operating perfectly. There was another light over by the mill stone but he saw no one. Then he saw a figure descend the stairs walk over to the hopper and a hand reach in and run fingers through the wheat grains as an experienced miller would. As Scott moved foreward to speak to the stranger, the outer door slammed shut, all the lights went out and the wheel began to grind to a halt. It took a minute for Scott to light a lantern and when he did there was no one to be seen and , though he searched everywhere, he found no one. The identity of the mysterious miller was never discovered.