Stop in for a cup of coffee
O yea. The spooky *** fog down by the creeks.
The area you drove thru is actually known locally by old timers as the “Coffins”. Just about .5 miles from the shed you parked by, is an old gravel road. Still maintained by the county. Runs thru the creek bottoms where it floods. Anyway, back in the 1860s, there was a large slave house up on stilts there. When the owners learned that Lincoln had freed the slaves, they locked all the slaves in and burned it. Well I guess the fire wasn’t hot enough to fully cremate the bodies. So local Baptist church(you would have passed if the interstate exit ramp had been opened has this entire story from the newspaper inside their Annex), built a bunch of coffins and tried to bury the remains. Well, the very next time the creek flooded, the coffins floated up out of the ground. See the water table is very high in spots around here.
to make things spookier, the owner who burned them alive, committed suicide when the coffins floated back up. And about every year or two, someone dies in a car crash on that road, including a classmate of mine. Is very very dark, and people miss a sharp, 90 degree turn, usually late at night, and usually drunk. But there’s several markers theres