When the trucker pulled up to the toll booth on Route 895 in Virginia, it was the middle

of the night and the look on his face was one of confusion and fear. The toll booth attendant

listened to the man's story and then sent him on his way. The state highway is referred

to as Pocahontas Parkway, so maybe the man's story was just a play on the name's motif,

but when the highway department received more than a few phone calls that night from distressed

motorists, each telling essentially the same story, the authorities began to take notice.

What the truck drivers saw, what all of them claimed to have seen, was a small group of

Native Americans standing in the grass between the east and westbound lanes of traffic near

Mill Road. The trucker described them as standing motionless in the grass, each holding a burning

torch. He assumed that they were picketing, of course. After all the parkway is rumored to cut

through land that is sacred to local Native American tribes, but the middle of the night

didn't seem like the right time for a peaceful protest, so it didn't sit well with him,

or the others who claimed to see the very same thing. The time's dispatch caught wind of the story,

and soon people were flocking to the Mill Street overpass to see if they too could catch a glimpse

of the ghosts, and that's what it all comes down to, isn't it? We all want to see the ghosts,

to witness history press its face against the glass of the present, to cheat reality in a sense.

Each year thousands of people around the world claim that they too have seen a ghost.

They tell their stories and pass along their goosebumps like some communicable disease,

but the reality is that for most of us, we never see a thing. History is often nothing more

than a distant memory. In some places though, that history floats a bit closer to the surface.

I'm Aaron Manky, and this is lore.

When the English arrived in what is now Virginia, way back in 1607, they found the land heavily

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