They say she comes out on foggy nights, dressed in white lace, perhaps a wedding dress, and sometimes walks right down the center of the road. Smart lady. The best place to walk on a dark foggy night would be the center of the road where you can follow the line and know you won’t trip over a rock or a log and stub your ghost toe. Maybe someone should leave a headlamp hanging from a gnarled old tree branch so she can see better in the woods and not have to wander around on the road freaking everyone out.
