Your True Tales
December 2006 - Page 7
Cherokee Trail of Tears
by ZubZub
My father's side of the family is descendant of the Cherokee, and my father's dark skin and features are betrayed by his muddy blonde hair and blue eyes. It had been a long time since I had seen him, and just last year I visited him for the first time in years. We spent a lot of time talking and catching up one night, and the subject of discussion turned to the odd and unexplainable. It was then that my father began to relate a true story that occurred while he was traveling across country a few years back, before his emphysema forced him to retire.
He was driving on his way to pursue a job opportunity out-of-state, as his home is in North Carolina. It was very late at night, and my father was driving alone listening to the radio. He had been driving all night, and while he was listening to the radio, he began to notice an odd interference. The strange noise overpowered the radio broadcast, and my father told me he heard the most awful and sorrowful moaning, wailing, screaming, voices filled with pain. There were many of these voices, and something more disturbing began to happen.
My father told me that this phenomenon began to affect him physically. He told me that he could feel the pain and misery trying to overcome him, and he began to lose control of the car. It happened that a semi-trailer truck was coming in the opposite lane, and he barely gained enough control to swerve out of the lane. After this freakish occurrence, my father turned off the radio, and drove for about 20 minutes, and decided that it was safe to turn on the radio again. After a minute or so, the eerie phenomenon returned with a vengeance. My father emphasized how powerfully it affected him, how something was trying to overcome his control of himself, and how hellish and awful the screaming from the radio was.
He turned the radio off for good, and was pretty creeped out at this point. He continued on the highway for another half hour or so, when he drove by a sign that designated the area my father was driving through as part of The Cherokee Trail Of Tears.
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