The Ghost of Blount Street was just a sad old recluse of a lady living in a huge Second Empire tower house she’d inherited, she gradually was reduced to picking through garbage cans. The state evicted her via eminent domain and tore the house down, then she died.
I was a freshman at NCSU in Raleigh when MLK was killed. (yes, I am that old.)
The lumber yard in downtown Raleigh was set ablaze.
From campus it looked like the whole town was burning and there was no news for hours.