MY GRANDPA WAS THE BEST AT GHOST STORIES. HE USED TO TELL ME ONE OF THE HEADLESS HORSEMAN.
I REMEMBER RIDING WITH DAD TO KENTUCKY TO LEAVE A CAMPER AT GRANDMAS HOUSE BECAUSE WE WERE GETTING READY TO MOVE THERE.
AND ON THE WAY BACK MY GRANDMA HAD BOILED ME A DOZEN EGGS TO EAT ON THE WAY BACK HOME. NEEDLESS TO SAY MY DAD WAS READY TO KICK ME OUT OF THE CAR!!