(Steele is pronounced as steel)
The Wisconsin autumn day was coming to a close, the sun starting to set as Grandma Steele drove my mom, Aunt Katie, and myself home from a day at my Uncle Roy’s in Shoto. This had been one of the more peaceful moments with my family, in fact I remember laughing as my mom and Grandma Steele told stories from when they were young.
The story topic had eventually turned to the paranormal, from the tale of the ghost hitchhiker to the ghostly bride that I had encountered myself a couple years prior. Everything was fine until after we passed this old cemetery, that was when something that scares me to this day happened.