By M.P. Pellicer | Stranger Than Fiction Stories Mines, both mysterious and treacherous are believed by the men that work there to be haunted. Sometimes these apparitions try to give a warning of pending disaster, other times they lure the living to their doom. In Grant Town, West Virginia the Federal No. 1 mine operated from 1901 until 1985 and was said to be haunted by a Russian miner. In Grant Town, West Virginia the Federal No. 1 mine was built by the Federal Coal and Coke Company, and immigrants came from across the world to make a living there. But death could be found as well, whether from an explosion or rockfalls. They brought their language, customs and ghost lore. The Ukranians believed in ghosts called "shubin" who warned miners of impending danger, but not all the time. The origins of the belief in shubin is that it is a ghost of a dead miner who walks in a fur coat at the bottom of the mine, with a torch in his hand and burns the gas. Another is that he was a 19th century mining master who could predict collapses, and would warn the miners if one was impending. In a darker version, there was a taskmaster named Shubin who killed those working in the mines. Eventually he was killed, but his spirit is said to haunt underground drains in the form of a stooped old man, in a fur coat with pitted felt boots. He is a portend of coming death to whoever sees him. In 1961, Jimmy Dean performed a song Big, Bad John based on this character. In the song he was described as a very tall and muscular man; a quiet man. Rumors were that he left New Orleans after killing a man over a Cajun Queen. He sacrificed himself when a timber cracked inside the mine, and he held it aloft so his coworkers could escape, however it collapsed before he could get out. These are the lyrics: Big John The other story is that he was a Russian, and lived closed to the mine in a little shack. One day he became careless with explosives, and blew his head off. A few days later, a miner descending into the mine early one morning, heard someone breathe heavily next to him. When he turned around the light from his helmet shone on a terrible sight. It was a headless man, holding his head with a big smile on it under one arm. With nowhere to go, the miner just shut his eyes. He opened them when the cage landed, but the apparition had disappeared.
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