If you asked my grandmother if she believed in supernatural things, she would likely respond with a question of her own.
“You mean you don’t?”
If you told her no, her next response would likely be a grunt.
“Well, you just a-keeping on,” she would say. “One day, you’ll find out.”
If the person scoffed at Granny’s belief in the things that go bump in the night, she would tell them that was the best way to end up haunted -- or worse.
“I don’t believe in any of that nonsense, Helen,” someone said once, shrugging off my grandmother’s theories.
“It ain’t nonsense. You just go right ahead. I know better.”
Spotting Sasquatch
