Children By The Lake by Janet McCormack

Everyone I know has heard this story and I feel compelled to share it with you. My name is Janet McCormack, I’m a Georgia native, and I grew up running around in the woods of North Georgia near Lake Burton. Burton is a town that has disappeared – it is actually under the lake, which was built in the early 1900s. It is a beautiful area, and one very dear to my heart, but one which experienced great hardship and disease in the 1800s and early 1900s.

Anyway, there is a small cemetery in the woods just off the little dirt road where my parents live. The best my family and I can figure is it was moved there prior to the flooding of the valley to make the lake. There is no apparent settlement or church or anything nearby. Sadly enough, almost everyone in the cemetery is under 20, and there are several babies, children and women who died in childbirth. The stones are made of local granite, and some are literally uncut stones that have been simply hand chiseled with a name and date of death by a grieving father or mother. There are indentations in the ground from the deteriorated pine coffins, and there is beautiful thick moss carpeting many of the graves.

When I was about 13 or 14, I was up there in the summer (the cabin was only a vacation cabin when I was a child; my parents live there now) and I was alone, bored, and riding my bike on the dirt road in the middle of a sunny, hot afternoon. Last thing I expected was to see a ghost. I rode my bike past the little graveyard, and across the street from the graveyard, I saw two children about my age or a little younger standing in the middle of some leafy huckleberry bushes looking at me rather solemnly. I didn’t get a good look at them, but I distinctly saw that one was wearing a purple/lavender top and they appeared to be a boy and a girl. I was bored and hoping for someone closer to my age to talk to, and they really looked perfectly alive and real, only very quiet and serious. I waved at them and called out to them… and they disappeared. I thought they must have ducked down in the undergrowth or ran away, so I went up in the woods to look for them and I didn’t see or hear anything. I called out and no one answered. I got very spooked and chilled and I ran and grabbed my bike and pedaled home as fast as I could.

That’s it! I really don’t know if they were ghosts or just kids messing with me but it sure scared me. That’s the only ghost story I know of where the ghosts appear in broad daylight. Spooky, huh? I don’t think these ghosts need investigating; I think they should be left in peace, but I saw your website and read an article about your group and thought I’d share my one and only ghost story with you.

Sincerely,

Janet McCormack

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