Summary
THE MOON is almost full, with a few black, wispy clouds floating over its surface.
An eerie wind is blowing in gusts, picking up the dry leaves that is scattered in its path to toss in a mad, swirling dance. Many of the trees are stripped bare of leaves, and their black limbs reach skyward like supplicating arms.See the full content of this document
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Old Superstitions Live Long in the Hills
There is an uneasy feeling in the air, as if something is just waiting to happen. We shiver in the breeze, and pull our coats a little tighter around us. This is a night when it seems that anything can happen.
We hillbillies have always been a superstitious bunch. Whether it is born...See the full content of this document
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