Reader tells her scary Peter's Road story

Reader tells

her scary Peter's Road story

I was 14 years old when my

family and I moved to Fayette County. Of course everybody thinks that

I am pulling their leg whenever I mentioned the "Peter's Road"

story. I was so glad to see that after years of sharing my story about

the things my friends and I had seen on Peter's Road that someone else

acknowledged strange happenings on Peter's Road.

My brother Joe, who now resides

in Melbourne, Fla., was just here last weekend for a visit and sat around

a campfire roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories to my three

kids. Of course he had to tell the "Peter's Woods" story, which

is what we called it instead of Peter's Road.

Joe told my kids that the story

he told them was very true. I think it kind of scared my two youngest

kids, Kaylee and Cody. But my oldest daughter Mandy, my stepmom Gail and

my father Dee laughed about it with a big, "Yeah, right, that's what

they all say after a good ghost story."

Thank you, Mr. Lexington, for

sharing your story about Peter's Road. Now my dad and stepmom want to

visit Peter's Woods. My oldest daughter Mandy is still skeptical about

it, but now is curious since she read your article. My side of the story

is somewhat different, but as far as the cemetery goes, I have been there

myself and seen it. So to all you readers, buckle down and enjoy my story.

About a year after we had moved

to Fayette County, some friends of ours told us a little about some creepy

things that they had heard about Peter's Road and wanted to know if we

wanted to go and visit there. I was a little scared but I went. It was

on a rainy day. There was a car-sized trail leading back into the woods

off of Peter's Road. It was so creepy, even though it was daylight.

We drove some distance into

the woods until we finally saw some things hanging from a tree limb. We

stopped the car and got out to observe what we had spotted with our eyes.

Which it turned out to be [were] old, tattered woman's underwear. We got

close enough to them to see dark smudge prints on them that we thought

was blood.

I was really getting antsy

and wanted to turn back. The others were laughing and said, "Somebody

is probably living back here." Then on another tree we saw other

objects hanging from it that we never could figure out what they were.

Then we saw a part of an old shredded rope on the ground and above it

on a limb was the other part.

One of the group that we were

with wanted to keep following the trail. And so we did. And came upon

some headstones on which the writing was illegible. Some of them were

broken off on the corners. I was really scared then, and I said, "Let's

go