It was a cold Winter night, me and my cousin Maria were on our way to see our Aunt Kate and Uncle Max. We were driving on a concrete country road and we slide on a patch of ice. As we were spinning there was this Icy face right in front of us that said “Beware of The Winter Ghost in the great hills of Seneca”.
We were scared to death, and as we stopped spinning we got back on the road. We arrived At our Aunt and Uncle’s house 45 minutes later. We told them about what had happened, they said the same thing happened to them 1 year ago today and have yet to see the the Winter Ghost of Seneca.