Ghostly Chastain Park Sale

A Personal Invitation from the Ghost of Chastain Manor Well hello there, sugar. My name is Alana Rose Chastain, and I have lived on this property longer than anybody. Much, much longer. You see, I lived here in the 1800s with my Mommie, Daddy, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, and enough neighbors to fill a church picnic. Then came word that General Sherman and his Yankee army were marching toward Atlanta. Everybody panicked. Mommie packed. Daddy hollered. The neighbors prayed. The horses ran. The chickens complained. And me? I hid under the staircase. I figured everybody was playing hide-and-seek. Turns...