Spoiler: I live on a highway that was once the Cherokee Warpath and later was on the Trail of Tears. No ghosts seen or heard. For fifteen years, I lived in a house where one of my cousins was murdered. He never visited. The motel where I work and reside had a notorious murder in one room, twenty-five or so years ago, and two long-term tenants have gone to their blessings in-hospital, one with no next of kin.
I’d welcome some haunting, just for a good story, but can’t score any. I gave my black deceased guest permission to haunt anyone who hangs a Confederate flag, and will report back if he takes me up on it.
