My mother gave me a book about local ghosts in south Louisiana. One spirit reportedly resided in an old house on the same road as our house. She liked to play the piano and walk in the garden. Another ghostly experience was the occasional thunder of hooves outside a rural house near where a civil war battle had taken place.
The story I think about - I'm not sure it was in the same book - has a fellow driving down a quiet road. He stops at a light, and another car - a very old model - pulls up alongside. There's a couple in the other car, fully dressed in clothes of the early 1900s. They don't look like they belong in the 21st century.
The couple sees him and stares in shock. Where are we? the woman in a veiled hat mouths. How did we get here?
Then the light changes, and the car from the past evaporates from view.
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