Act two.

Grandma's Ghosts.

My dad's mother was the storyteller in the family.

She told of her childhood on a farm with eight siblings and underwear that she'd hang on the bedpost at night to air out before wearing it again the next day.

She told scary stories of ghosts, haints, and boogeymen that kept us awake long after bedtime.

The story of hers that I remember best is a true ghost story, and it's one that haunts me still.

When I was about 10 years old, Grandma's neighborhood in Charlotte, North Carolina, was no longer safe, especially for a woman who lived alone.

So you, when you, when you first heard this story that you told us, when your grandmother told you and you were a child, um, were you scared? I mean, did it, how did it affect your worldview when you heard it?