Grandma gasped. “That’d be Jake Thompson’s kid. Died in ‘43 after his daddy chopped his hands off for steal’in a gold watch. Wasn't even real gold, poor kid. His daddy took off before they could hang him. You see anything else in those woods, you tell me. Ya hear?” Grandma said, and gave Christa a lollipop.
Christa found all kinds of spooks after that. And ate lollipops til her teeth rotted out.