GrandMa’s ghost stories

Grand Ma’s Ghost stories

I remember my grandmother, always talking about ghosts. Ghosts were part of my life growing up. I went to college, there was never any talk about ghosts then––until one day. I was driving home for Thanksgiving, when (I was driving through a dense woody part of my hometown, Fayetteville.) I felt that someone had grabbed the steering wheel and heading the car right off the road. I pounded on the brakes and stopped the car on the edge of the ditch. I am not sure if my mind was doing its part on its own… I heard giggles. I was able to start the car again, and very slowly move out of this woody part. According to many folks, those woods are haunted. I’d say yes they are.

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