An urban legend from Savannah, Georgia They say just outside Savannah, where the Spanish moss hangs like nooses from the trees, there’s a rotting plantation house swallowed by time and purple bloom; its porch sagging, its windows like dead eyes. … Continue reading
An Urban Legend from the Louisiana Bayou They say if you’re out on the water past midnight, when the moon is a pale smear behind the clouds and the mosquitoes grow quiet, you might hear her: Emeline. In the 1800s,… Continue reading