I'll tell you all a ghost story of sorts. It's called Taily-po. I did not make it up. I'm only shortening it down so that it is easier to read. I'm also making slight modifications to a few things. Okay, here goes....
There was once an old man who lived in the West Virginia woods. He had three hunting dogs. Their names were; Ichy, Vincent, and Roy. Every Winter the old man would go out and hunt for food, normally a few rabbits or animals of that sort. One Winter, there were very few animals about, and the old man did not have much in his old cottage's cupboards. When he opened them one afternoon in that Winter, he found he had only the ingredients to make turnip soup, and very little of it at that. So he lived off of turnip soup for a few days, feeding his dogs as well as himself, until there was no more left. He had no choice but to get his rifle, call his dogs, and go out hunting in the harsh winter weather. He stalked and prowled about for hours on end, but neither he nor his dogs found anything. Just as he was turning back to his cottage, his dogs picked up a scent. He followed them and soon spotted something quite odd indeed. It looked like a fox, but with glowing red eyes and a very bushy tail. It looked at him and began to run. The old man aimed his rifle, determined to have something for dinner that night, and fired. He missed. He yelled at his dogs to chase the thing, but it had already gone. He was already calling his dogs back when he noticed that they were sniffing at something on the snow. He walked over, and almost jumped in delight at what he saw. He hadn't missed after all, and had managed to shoot off the creatures tail. He picked it up, and literally ran back up to his cabin, with his dogs in pursuit. That night he made a nice, warm stew out of the thing's tail. He ate all the meat and let his dogs chew the bones. When his dogs were outside and he had stuffed himself, he went to bed and turned off the light. In the middle of the night he awoke because of a nightmare involving cannibal sheep. He shook his dream away, and was about to drift back into his sleep when he heard a voice calling out about a few yards from outside his house. It certainly wasn't a lost traveler though, the old man was sure of that. The voice could belong to no human at all, for it was simply unearthly. It sounded like a mixture of what a cold wintery breeze sounds like, and something else which could not possibly be described. ". . .Taily-po, taily-po, I want my taily-po." The old man shivered in terror and shouted from his bed, "Ichy, Vincent, Roy; go get 'im boys!" That they did, but just as the old man began to feel relieved again, he heard one of the dogs cry out in pain. It was unmistakeable, it had to be Roy. He heard Ichy and Vincent run back to their nest under the porch. The old man thought that even if whatever possesed that haunting voice had killed Roy, it seemed that it had also died, for he could hear its voice no longer. He began to try to go to sleep again when he heard the same chant, this time right beside the cabin. "Ichy, Vincent; go get 'im boys!" the old man cried out in fear. He heard his loyal dogs attack the thing, heard lots of snarling, clawing, and biting, and then another cry of pain. It had to be Vincent. Ichy retreated. Hopefully the thing had too. A few minutes passed, and the old man was sure the thing had, but then he heard it's same menacing chant, "Taily-po, taily-po, I want my taily-po!" outside the cottage's door. He called on Ichy, but also heard his whimper later. He shivered and pulled the covers of his bed completely over himself. "Taily-po, taily-po, have YOU got my taily-po?" It was beside his bed. He had no choice but to look at it. He pulled the covers down, and saw the same creature who had been deprived of its tail earlier by none other than himself. "I don't know who's got your taily-po," he stammered at it. "Yes, you do," it answered, "YOU'VE GOT IT!!!" And that was the end of the old man.