Last Updated on July 21, 2014 by Roff Graves
I think it was 2001 or 2002 when I decided to take a trip to Charleston. I asked Angela, age 12 or 13 to go with me. I rented a room in an early Bed and Breakfast hotel where a ghost visited frequently. I think we stayed there two nights. Angela refused to go to bed, I don’t think she even took off her shoes. I asked her what was wrong. She replied, “Grandpa, I’m getting out of here if the ghost comes!”—Sadly the ghost did not feel welcome but Angela and I still had a wonderful trip.