Growing up in the South has given me a healthy respect for the dead . . . and the undead. Superstitions are reality for us, especially when every other house is haunted. And I don’t mean “haunted” (like, oh-you-know-those-crazy-old-southerners-are-full-of-it haunted), I mean HAUNTED (like this-shiz-is-seriously-scary haunted). FYI, when you’ve watched your dog play tug with an invisible something and floating couch pillow, you don’t really question the existence of ghosts anymore. You just run.
For those of you who aren’t from this magical southern land, here are few tips on which major Lowcountry ghouls to avoid, and how to prevent them from visiting you in the night (because they will):
Why should you avoid them? These betches are CRAZY. Parading as a normal-looking, often beautiful, young woman during the day…
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