Joey Ripley

(A ghost story…or not)

Photo by Kenny Eliason on Unsplash

After asking about the cemetery last evening, the one seen in the photographs hanging in the hotel room, I rose early to begin my two-mile trek alongside the river, following the directions of the hotel owner. The path takes me into the hills, amid scenes of wild serenity, to the cemetery entrance through an old five-barred gate, under a rickety wooden arch, the name scorched on a plaque.