It’s been a minute since I’ve posted but this experience is one I just gotta share. So this was a little farm in southern Kentucky, property of a friends uncle. We got in pretty late, around 3 in the morning. The only place we have to stay is at the camp site inside the fencing. So we start unloading our stuff from the truck and my boyfriend and I start walking up to the gate. Before we got up to the gate, Kyle stopped me and asked if I’d seen what he was looking at. So I look up and see this white ass t-shirt walking across the field. The thing stood about 6 foot and didn’t so much walk as it glided. I was too freaked out to go up to the site, as well as Kyle, so we just slept in the truck by our friends uncles house. But we didn’t sleep more than 30 minutes, got up and went looking in the field for foot prints to find absolutely nothing. Creepy ghost story aside, we worked on a duramax all day and took breaks to go to auto part stores and to go see that gorgeous mule. She smiled and and was quite upset that we had to leave. Besides the lack of sleep and ghost scare, it was probably one of the most memorable weekends of my life. It was so pretty out there and no cell service so I just got to soak it all in. 10/10 will be going again 😍
