Physical Address
304 North Cardinal St.
Dorchester Center, MA 02124
folklore, rural traditions, old beliefs, isolated communities, ancient customs
A strange old house stands in rural northeastern Tennessee. The manor was once owned by a recluse. No one knew him, and he maintained that privacy. Gossip and tall tales revolved around him, so much so that the locals began…
My dad died when I was young, so for a long time, it was just me and Mom. We stayed with her aunt for a week one summer. Aunt Zilphy had a good-sized house far back in the hollow. It…
I wasn’t a big believer in the paranormal until that night. Until then, I assumed it was all just smoke and mirrors. My best friend, Hannah, moved closer to me. I was overjoyed. In the rural Appalachian Mountains, homes are…
She waited. She listened for the familiar footfall of her father. From the kitchen table to the living room, the steps of an aching man. His chair creaked as he stood and the floors moaned in places. She listened breathlessly…
He would teach her, all right. He strode down the airport terminal and saw the way she looked at him, that other man standing near her. She laughed and threw her head back as if she’d known him her whole…
1. The road wound around the curve and he floored the car. He loved taking the Pinto on the back roads and opening it up. He hadn’t owned it long, but it had potential to be a sweet ride. The…
They don’t use her name much anymore. Used to be they did. Back when it first happened, when folks still remembered her laugh and the way she kept her house neat as a pin. But time has a way of…
