Let me share a haunting encounter from my past. Growing up, I heard tales of an Indian burial ground in the Pike/Floyd county area’s Mountain Breaks Park. Childhood fears lingered, but in my teens, curiosity overpowered apprehension. One night, in an intoxicated escapade with friends around 2:30 am, we decided to explore the notorious burial ground.
Recklessly driving through, knocking over trash cans and chasing possums, I spotted the legendary burial site. In a daring move, I steered the car toward it, accelerating without a second thought. As we reached the dirt, I abruptly stopped, holding the brake with a cigarette in hand. To my friend’s shock, he noticed we were rolling backward despite my firm foot on the brake.
The car continued to move even after shifting into park and turning off the engine. After what felt like an eternity, we halted, mere inches from the dirt. A bewildered silence enveloped us as we grappled with the inexplicable event. That night, five drunk teenagers sobered up instantly. Since that eerie encounter nearly 40 years ago, I haven’t touched a drink, nor have I returned to the Mountain Breaks, forever marked by the paranormal experience.
