In the mountains of southern Appalachia, there is the ghost of an old woman who wears a patch of fog for clothes. A rising wisp of fog is all we ever see of her. She walks the roads in the morning this time of year. And she waits. For you.
The old woman wants to borrow your car. She wants to borrow your body, too.
When you pass through this patch of fog that is a ghost, the old lady comes inside your car and, as quickly, she enters you. She gets into your bones and makes you old in minutes. You won’t know what is happening. Your hands suddenly ache with age. Your eyesight isn’t as clear.
Your back bends forward and stays that way. You can barely see over the steering wheel.
It won’t matter whether you see well or not. You aren’t driving the car any longer. She is. You find that you are turning the car around in the road. It takes forever. Then, slowly, back up the mountain ridge you go.
The fog in the mountains is like that. It goes where it wants to go, not where you want it to. She’s driving you both to her house. It’s a place you’ve never been before, but when you get there you’ll know just what to do. The cats are watching for your arrival.
From 5 to 7 pm, Thursday, October 16, I'll be at Milestone Books in Westavia Hills, Alabama telling ghost stories and listening to those who drop by with a ghost expereince of their own to share. If you live in the Montgomery metro area, you can call Milestone Books at 205-824-2223 and reserve a signed copy of Ghost Cats of the South. Or plan to drop by and keep me company with a good ghost question or two.