Black Eyed Kid Mall EncounterKerrie Kisner hadn’t intended to stop at the Triangle Town Center mall on her way home from Wake Tech Community College near Raleigh, North Carolina, but she did. She wished she hadn’t. “There were very few people there that day and I found it strangely eerie how quiet it was,” Kisner,…
The Randolph House in Pulaski, Virginia sits on a quiet ridge like a shuttered stage, its windows clouded, its hallways still holding the faint echo of lives passing through. Long before it became one of Pulaski County’s favorite ghost-story backdrops, the building began humbly in 1926 as a seven-bed hospital. In those days the region…
Black Sisters of Christiansburg: The three sisters were called The Black Sisters because they wore all black clothing. They wore black dresses, shoes, gloves, hats and veils, as though they were going to a funeral, or mourning. Because the way they dressed and the fact that they only came out at night, they quickly became…
I was born in Roanoke, Virginia, but when I was around 11 or 12 years old, sometime in 1978, my family had a small weekend cabin on the Bedford side of Smith Mountain Lake. Our cabin sat on a quiet cove—lake to the left, forest and open land to the right. One hot July afternoon,…
The story begins long ago, in a time when the Ohio River was a bustling artery for traders and travelers. A small group of men, likely merchants, had tied their modest boat to the riverbank for the night, confident they were safe from the dangers that plagued early frontier life. They were wrong. Under the…
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