I never believed in ghosts. I always thought they were a figment of a crazy person’s imagination. That all changed a few years back. Here I was, minding my own business. Traveling down scenic Route 48 from Chicago to Goodeville, Illinois. The trees were blooming in shades of orange, brown, and yellow. Ah November, the month where it’s smoldering hot one day and icy roads the next. Well, on this day, I mean night; it was different…

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