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Eternal Echoes: A Haunting Hunt
Step into a chilling tale as we follow Josh on a crisp April morning. His mind, shrouded by the remnants of a heated argument the previous night. With sleep-deprived eyes, he journeys to the farm he has been granted permission to hunt. Hoping the serene silence of the woods will grant him solace and clarity, little does he know, he will come to face to face with phantoms from the past.
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The Doctor to the Dead
Confederate dead rising from their graves to aid General Lee, a captive mermaid that must be returned to the sea to keep the city from flooding, a man that refuses to accept the fact that he is no longer among the living, and a medical doctor that turns his back on the living to be a physician for the dead. These are just a few of the stories found within the pages of The Doctor to the Dead: Grotesque Legends and Folk Tales of Old Charleston
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The Stokes Light
The Stokes Light, or sometimes referred to as The Pactolus Light, is in Pitt County between Greenville and Washington, North Carolina, in a crossroads town named Stokes, North Carolina. The way I first heard the story is that over a hundred years ago along a train track a railway worker was walking with his lantern on or…
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Southern Spirits: Five Chilling Tales of the Old North State!
Come. Sit. Enjoy five spooky tales from where the land touches the sky to the Queen City. Each a place of rich history and chilling paranormal activity that you can visit this Halloween season.
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Haunting Reads for Halloween!
It does not matter the time of year; one of my favorite things is sitting in a comfortable chair with a good spooky book, but reading them in October makes them much more mysterious. Below are five books from my library that you can enjoy during October!
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Ghostly Tales : The Bridge
It’s long been said that “the darkest hour is just before the dawn,” and even before these words were first spoken, man has feared the darkness and what it conceals in its shadows. So for a man to have a desire to pursue a creature such as a duck (my chosen species) into the early morning darkness of a swamp, one must have the ability to, at the very least, suppress his fears with the reason that you are more likely to be killed by a snapping turtle falling from a cypress tree, than to be killed by a ghost. But I will never forget the morning that I began…
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Ghostly Tales Of Big Marsh Swamp Pt.2
The rest of 2013 I did not return to this swamp, I frequently made excuses not to go. But November 2014 the ducks got too thick and once more the itch became too strong. One evening I made up my mind I was going back, but this time not by myself. I called my long-time friend Johnathon to go with me. I was careful to not sound desperate for his company, but I had decided if he did not go I sure as black berry bush has thorns, was not going into that hole alone
