The crackle of kindling wisps past like the plumes of smoke. Here is where ghost stories are told at night. The ribbit of frogs, builds in the distance. Something about this place doesn’t feel quite right. The wind whispers… it sounds like your name. The cold air makes the hairs on your neck stand. You can settle in by the fireside, but no heat could quell the chill.
Some Favorite Ghost Stories and Spooky References:
The Green Ribbon
The Highwayman
The Loveland Frog Man
Perfection
Robert the Doll
St. James Infirmary
The Town Under Canyon Lake
Xenopus Lake Curse
Well that’s all for now folks!