After my grandma died, weird stuff started happening around the apartment complex she and my family lived at.
Like R.C. cars driving when there were no batteries in the remotes.
One night a few friends and I went to the graveyard she was buried in, for a thrill. We saw a strange hooded man with his hands crossed at his lower stomach. The dog that was with us started to become very uneasy and this startled the man. He then walked quickly into the nearby wooded area.

Creepy stuff right?

Well, when my grandma was living, she operated bars in fort worth and one in New Orleans. I believe those bars are the source of her uneasy rest. Dedicated to Grandmother Lluellen, Halloween 2017.