This is the podcast version of a story I've been telling for the past 39 years and counting. It happened to me at the foot of "Booger Mountain," a small peak located in the foothills of Western North Carolina, near Taylorsville. The mountain was named after the spooks, boogers, and haints that were reputed to occupy the area, possibly due to the mysterious disappearance of a 19th-century farm family and/or the sacred Cherokee Indian grave site situated near the peak. I spent many summers in the old, barnwood farm house, and yes, spooky things DID happen. This was one of them, and my favorite.