Ghost Squirrel Haunts Family’s Woodland Cabin

After accidentally backing his boat trailer over a squirrel one afternoon, Roger Moseby had no idea he had changed his family vacations forever.

In the summer of 2008, the Mosebys, a north Florida family, arrived at Yellowstone National Park, excited about spending a month on vacation.

It was a warm June day when Roger’s wife Nancy and their three children –11-year-old Henrietta, six-year-old Frank and four-year-old Michael – left the family station wagon as their father backed the attached boat and trailer into Alansworth Lake.

Suddenly, as Nancy and the children watched in horror, an extremely cute, small brown squirrel ran behind one of the trailer’s wheels.

There was a loud crunching sound followed by a tiny squeak, as the tire decapitated the animal instantly.

To make matters worse, Roger, unaware of the damage he was causing, shifted the station wagon into forward and reverse gears multiple times to better align the boat with the water.

“I couldn’t hear the kids yelling for me to stop crushing it (the squirrel) because I was concentrating too hard on backing the boat up,” Roger said. “I didn’t mean to do it at all. I felt terrible afterward.”

The children, visibly shaken, demanded that the squirrel be buried behind the cabin.

Roger gave the eulogy, saying that “though we did not know the animal well, we are sure he was a fine squirrel who carried out his nut-gathering duties honorably.”

The hauntings started one week later.

Four-year-old Michael awoke to find a small figure – dressed in a tiny sheet – walking back and forth across the covers of his bed. The specter held the head of a small squirrel in its hands.

Michael screamed and ran to his parent’s bedroom to tell them he had seen “that squirrel that daddy smooshed.”

His parents told him that he was just having a nightmare, that squirrels don’t come back from the dead or wear sheets, and that Michael could stay with them in their bed through the night.

The next evening, 11-year-old Henrietta awoke in the middle of the night to find the sheet-clad squirrel driving a toy car with its own tiny boat trailer along her bedroom floor.

“The squirrel kept squeaking at me and pointing at the trailer,” Henrietta said. “Then he drove the trailer over my Barbie doll a bunch. I didn’t get what he meant, and he just got angrier and angrier.”

“It was icky,” she added.

The terror continued the next morning.

The little apparition appeared on the breakfast table in front the whole family and walked back and forth between the bowls of cereal whispering, “I vant to suck your blood!”

“We all screamed when we first saw him, especially since his little head was still dripping somehow,” Nancy said. “But when he began talking in that squeaky little voice of his, we started laughing, and we laughed so long and hard that he couldn’t help laughing too.”

“He seemed resigned to the fact that he wasn’t scaring us and just dropped his head down next to my bowl of marmalade,” Nancy said with a wistful smile. “I fed the head some jam, and he perked right up. In fact, he took off his sheet, put his head back on his body, covered his body in the sheet again and just hung out with us while we ate breakfast.”

The kids immediately named the ghost “Haunty the Squirrel” and started arguing over who would keep him as a pet.

“We always looked forward to our vacations with Haunty,” Roger said in a recent interview. “He comes in handy when the children need another player for Monopoly or hide and seek.”

“We couldn’t have had all the fun we had all those years without Haunty,” he added.

Updated as of 3 p.m. today

It’s Monday morning, and the entire family looks downcast — Haunty is noticeably absent.

Henrietta, now 15, is wiping back tears.

The Mosebys appear reluctant to talk about their furry friend, when suddenly Frank, now 10, loudly volunteers the information.

“This morning I almost got the ‘5-star General’ (level) in Modern Warfare (3), when Haunty stepped in front of the TV and started waving his head around to get my attention,” Frank says.

“I really wanted to level up, so I just threw him out of the way,” Frank adds, with tears in his eyes.  “His sheet fell off, and his head flew out of the window, where it was carried away by a crow.  His body died for a second time, and I gave it to mom.”

Later, as the family enjoys some squirrel sandwiches, Nancy sighs and says, “I think Haunty was the best friend and sandwiches we ever had.”