nyghtcaller205
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Pine River GA sat just off old state highway 70 about 10 miles north of the edge of the Okefenokee swamp. The town had about 5,000 residents and wasn't much to look at honestly. The actual city consisted of 8 blocks and 4 red lights. There was the elementary school and the combined Jr. high and Senior high in one building. But it was quiet and the crime was low where everyone knew each other which was good and bad but mostly good.
It seemed to be an ideal place to raise a family but in the deep south small towns often harbored large and dark secrets. Pine River was not an exception to this rule though few current residents knew more than a few fire side stories concerning the town's history and dark past. What was know people considered to be nothing more than ghost tales made up to scare the children.
There was one resident however that knew the truth and also knew that soon a time of reckoning would fall upon the town and its residents.
Pine River had not always been at it's present day location. Though few talk about the original location or the reason for moving Pine River was located 8 miles to the south east on the very edge of the great Okefenokee Swamp. The town had been established around 1792 four years after Georgia became a state. It was settled by a small group of Europeans who had fled from the Baltic area of that continent due to religious repression like many people who came to America.
But unlike many other religions theirs was a dark religion filled with the supernatural. Essentially they were considered witches and gypsies by their fellow country men and whenever something bad happened it was automatically their fault.
The town prospered due to its location near the swamp and travelers would often stop to rest, trade or stock up on supplies as they made the journey around the huge morass which was deadly and almost impenetrable.
But around 1825 the town inexplicably burned to the ground or so the official story goes and rather than tear down and rebuild the town just relocated then rebuilt. It also served to remove them from the ever encroaching edge of the swamp as the it had been approaching the town by ten feet or more a year.
The remains of the old town are all but gone but if one wanders into the edge of the swamp you can still find a few reminders of what was and is now gone. A few stone steps, the remains of stone floor of a few buildings, and various man made objects not yet completely claimed by the relentless vegetation.
The coming of Halloween always brings on increased reports of lights in the swamp, increased sightings of black wolves (though there are no official records of wolves in the area) and many other strange happenings. The lights are written off as swamp gases but they always increase in number the closer you get to Halloween. In the towns ancient past there are numerous reports of young children gone missing never to be heard from again but that is part of legend as the towns original records were lost in the fire.
Lita was had just turned 92 years old a few months ago but she still lived alone on the edge of town. Her wooden shack in disrepair sat at the end of a wagon trail in the middle of a large grove of trees. These trees were ancient and moss clung to the huge and knotted branches. She still made a living selling her "cures" in town which she concocted from herbs and roots harvested from the edge of the swamp. In fact she owned 300 acres of property which backed right up to the swamp.
Townsfolk claimed she was off her rocker and had been for years. Some even claimed she was a witch but she never caused any problems and other than the few teenagers that would drive by her place at night and blow their horns or occasionally get the nerve to roll her yard everyone left her alone.
Today found Lita sitting on her porch staring out into the swamp. "He is angry and wants blood from this town", she said out loud to no one. "If its blood he wants then it is blood he will get."
Lita truly loved this town as her family had been one of the original settlers as many of the townsfolk had descended from them. But they refused to embrace their true heritage choosing instead to make up their own past. Lita however fully embraced that heritage in all its glory.
She thought hard for a few minutes grabbed a bras bowl and poured a purple tinged powder into it. She lit a candle and uttered a short incantation. She then dropped a lit match into the bowl and it burned purple for a few seconds before an acrid dark colored smoke rose into the air. "Perhaps there is a way", she thought out loud if she is willing to follow her heart.
It seemed to be an ideal place to raise a family but in the deep south small towns often harbored large and dark secrets. Pine River was not an exception to this rule though few current residents knew more than a few fire side stories concerning the town's history and dark past. What was know people considered to be nothing more than ghost tales made up to scare the children.
There was one resident however that knew the truth and also knew that soon a time of reckoning would fall upon the town and its residents.
Pine River had not always been at it's present day location. Though few talk about the original location or the reason for moving Pine River was located 8 miles to the south east on the very edge of the great Okefenokee Swamp. The town had been established around 1792 four years after Georgia became a state. It was settled by a small group of Europeans who had fled from the Baltic area of that continent due to religious repression like many people who came to America.
But unlike many other religions theirs was a dark religion filled with the supernatural. Essentially they were considered witches and gypsies by their fellow country men and whenever something bad happened it was automatically their fault.
The town prospered due to its location near the swamp and travelers would often stop to rest, trade or stock up on supplies as they made the journey around the huge morass which was deadly and almost impenetrable.
But around 1825 the town inexplicably burned to the ground or so the official story goes and rather than tear down and rebuild the town just relocated then rebuilt. It also served to remove them from the ever encroaching edge of the swamp as the it had been approaching the town by ten feet or more a year.
The remains of the old town are all but gone but if one wanders into the edge of the swamp you can still find a few reminders of what was and is now gone. A few stone steps, the remains of stone floor of a few buildings, and various man made objects not yet completely claimed by the relentless vegetation.
The coming of Halloween always brings on increased reports of lights in the swamp, increased sightings of black wolves (though there are no official records of wolves in the area) and many other strange happenings. The lights are written off as swamp gases but they always increase in number the closer you get to Halloween. In the towns ancient past there are numerous reports of young children gone missing never to be heard from again but that is part of legend as the towns original records were lost in the fire.
Lita was had just turned 92 years old a few months ago but she still lived alone on the edge of town. Her wooden shack in disrepair sat at the end of a wagon trail in the middle of a large grove of trees. These trees were ancient and moss clung to the huge and knotted branches. She still made a living selling her "cures" in town which she concocted from herbs and roots harvested from the edge of the swamp. In fact she owned 300 acres of property which backed right up to the swamp.
Townsfolk claimed she was off her rocker and had been for years. Some even claimed she was a witch but she never caused any problems and other than the few teenagers that would drive by her place at night and blow their horns or occasionally get the nerve to roll her yard everyone left her alone.
Today found Lita sitting on her porch staring out into the swamp. "He is angry and wants blood from this town", she said out loud to no one. "If its blood he wants then it is blood he will get."
Lita truly loved this town as her family had been one of the original settlers as many of the townsfolk had descended from them. But they refused to embrace their true heritage choosing instead to make up their own past. Lita however fully embraced that heritage in all its glory.
She thought hard for a few minutes grabbed a bras bowl and poured a purple tinged powder into it. She lit a candle and uttered a short incantation. She then dropped a lit match into the bowl and it burned purple for a few seconds before an acrid dark colored smoke rose into the air. "Perhaps there is a way", she thought out loud if she is willing to follow her heart.