A creepy chill lingers over Nashville, Tennessee’s Belmont-Hillsboro neighborhood, an eerie reminder of an unworldly inhabitant – the ghost of a Boxer named Preston. Woven within the fabric of local lore, a tale unfolds, of Preston’s spirit, ever watchful, ever protective, especially when All Hallows’ Eve casts its shadowy veil over the city.
Local legend recounts a frightful Halloween night when Preston accompanied a lively group of trick-or-treaters. Amidst the laughter and thrill of the night, a piece of candy rolled onto the dark asphalt. A young boy stepped onto the road, unaware of an approaching vehicle, its headlights piercing through the foggy darkness.
Preston, guided by an unyielding instinct, hurtled himself toward the child in a heart-stopping instant. His body collided with the boy, thrusting him back onto the safety of the sidewalk while Preston bore the full brunt of the speeding vehicle.
The children, shocked and distressed, searched for Preston’s body but to no avail. Preston’s remains had vanished, leaving nothing but the chilling memory of his heroic sacrifice.
Yet, Preston’s tale didn’t end that fateful night. Every Halloween, whispers of his continued vigilance stir in the cool night. Young trick-or-treaters recount feeling an unseen force, a ghostly nudge, guiding them back onto the sidewalk whenever they stray too close to the road. They believe it’s Preston’s friendly ghost, forever bound to the night of his untimely departure, ensuring their safety with a phantom paw and an unwavering loyalty that transcends the boundaries of life and death.
