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The Moonlit Road Podcast
26 minutes | Oct 29, 2021
Number Ninety by B.M Croker
Terrifying South Carolina ghost story about a dare between gentleman for one to spend the night in a Charleston haunted house. From the story by B.M. Croker (1849-1920). Told by John Gentile. Audio produced by Henry Howard. Directed by Craig Dominey.
9 minutes | Oct 29, 2021
The Moonlit Road by Ambrose Bierce, Part 3
Audio version of one of American's literature's most famous ghost stories - a chilling tale from Ambrose Bierce detailing a murder from three perspectives, including the victim herself. Part Three, STATEMENT OF THE LATE JULIA HETMAN, THROUGH THE MEDIUM BAYROLLES, narrated by Trudy Leonard. Audio produced by Henry Howard. Directed by Craig Dominey. Music by Michael Thomas Roe.
9 minutes | Oct 29, 2021
The Moonlit Road by Ambrose Bierce, Part 2
Audio version of one of American's literature's most famous ghost stories - a chilling tale from Ambrose Bierce detailing a murder from three perspectives, including the victim herself. Part Two, STATEMENT OF CASPAR GRATTAN, narrated by Thomas E. Fuller. Audio produced by Henry Howard, directed by Craig Dominey, music by Michael Thomas Roe.
9 minutes | Oct 29, 2021
The Moonlit Road by Ambrose Bierce, Part One
Audio version of one of American's literature's most famous ghost stories - a chilling tale from Ambrose Bierce detailing a murder from three perspectives, including the victim herself. Part One, STATEMENT OF JOEL HETMAN, JR., narrated by John Gentile. Audio produced by Henry Howard, directed by Craig Dominey. Music by Michael Thomas Roe.
14 minutes | Oct 23, 2021
The Nut Eating Devil
Tennessee ghost story about one boy's quest to find out where the strange noises in the local cemetery are coming from. Written by Craig Dominey and Jim McAmis, told by Jim McAmis. Sound design by Henry Howard.
14 minutes | Oct 22, 2021
The Hall of Wonders
7 minutes | Mar 28, 2018
TMR Podcast - Episode #55 - Irwin Tarheel and the Fair Folk
Louisiana twist on the legend of the Fair Folk, written by Sam McDonald. Told by Otis Jury.
11 minutes | Sep 29, 2017
5 minutes | Jan 17, 2017
TMR Podcast: Episode #54 - Railroad Bill
An Alabama widow lives in fear of the terrifying murderer Railroad Bill. But is he really what the townsfolk say he is? Written and told by Christine Horn. As told by the Tour of Southern Ghosts, ART Station, Stone Mountain, Georgia.
5 minutes | Oct 19, 2016
The Spirit of Thomas Lester
Poor Thomas Lester decides to spend the night in a haunted house. Never a good idea! A Southern ghost story told by Yomi Goodall. Recorded for the Tour of Southern Ghosts (http://artstation.org/portfolio_page/a-tour-of-southern-ghosts/). Story used with permission of ART Station, Stone Mountain, Georgia.
17 minutes | Mar 12, 2016
The Moonlit Road Podcast: Episode 53 - Tsali
Native American ghost story from North Carolina about a brave Cherokee whose stance against the white man would make him a legend. Written by Craig Dominey, told by Jim McAmis.
10 minutes | Jan 6, 2016
TMR Podcast: Episode #52 - The Maco Light
The "Maco Light" is one of North Carolina's most famous ghost stories - a paranormal phenomena along the local railroad that has fascinated ghost hunters for years. Written by Jim McAmis with Craig Dominey.
15 minutes | Oct 21, 2015
TMR Podcast: Episode #51 - Mississipi Rose
Back around the turn of the century, there was a young man named Joshua who moved from New Orleans, Louisiana to his Grandpa's farm in rural Mississippi. As a child, Joshua loved to visit his Grandpa's farm. It was so quiet, peaceful and simple - not complicated and noisy, like New Orleans. Joshua told himself that, when he got old enough and became self-reliant, he'd move to Mississippi, find himself a pretty local girl to marry, and settle down in the land he loved so much. When Joshua moved in with his Grandpa, he immediately started helping him out with the daily farm chores. These chores included helping out in the fields and taking the produce into town Saturday morning. On that day, farm folk would load up their mule-drawn wagons and travel for miles through flat, sun-scorched farmland toward the nearest town. There, they'd set up their wagons on the town square and sell their produce to the town folk. One hot Saturday morning, Joshua brought some peas, tomatoes and a little okra to sell in town. Later that day, as he headed back on the long dusty road toward Grandpa's farm, he began to get a little tired and thirsty. He then saw a shady spot under a cluster of magnolia trees that he thought he remembered passing on the way in to town. He stopped, sat under the trees and had a drink out of his water jug. By his recollection, he figured that this cluster of trees must be halfway between Grandpa's farm and the center of town. The sun was setting by the time Joshua finally returned to the farm. Grandpa came out the door to greet him and said, "Son, I know you're tired and you've had a long ride from town. But Obediah sent word that he needs a load of hay come first thing Monday mornin'. But you and I got chores to do 'round here Monday morning. And you can't do it tomorrow 'cause tomorrow's Sunday, and the only work we do on Sunday is church work. So you're gonna have to load that hay now and take it on over to Obediah's house tonight. You're gonna need to take a lantern with you, 'cause it's gonna be late and gettin' dark on the road. When you get to Obediah's place, he'll fix you some supper and let you stay with him for the night. That's just the way we do things 'round here." Grandpa then handed him a lantern and said, "Now listen, Joshua - be kind to ol' Obediah. He's known 'round these parts as a talker. He'll tell ya' some wild tales, and he's pretty superstitious." Joshua didn't look forward to getting back on that wagon, but he wanted to help his Grandpa any way he could. "All right, Grandpa," he said, "I'll be okay." So Joshua headed back down the road toward town with a wagon full of hay, looking for the turnoff that led to Obediah's house. As darkness fell and the night took on a chill, he could barely see the road in front of him in the dim lantern light. The strange, unearthly sounds of insects and wild animals seemed to surround him. Joshua noticed that sounds carried easily over this flat, open land - so much so that he couldn't tell if the creatures were far away or right next to him. At one point, a creature darted across the road in front of the wagon, and Joshua thought he could see its red, catlike eyes flashing angrily at him. Although Joshua came from the wild streets of New Orleans, he found himself getting a little scared out here all alone. Finally, Joshua spotted a familiar landmark - the cluster of magnolia trees that he had stopped by earlier in the day. Suddenly, as he came by the trees holding up the lantern, he swore he saw a shadowy figure jump down from one of the branches! Joshua nearly jumped out of his seat before regaining his wits and pulling the mule to a halt. To his surprise, he could see that it was a young girl, walking toward his wagon. "Ma'am, what are you doing out here at night by yourself?" Joshua stammered, still in shock. "I'm all right," she replied in a sassy voice. "Besides, no harm will come to me." "But ma'am, it's late" said Joshua. "You never know what's out here this time of night. There's wild animals about. Let me take you home. You do live around these parts, don't you?" "Yes," said the young girl. "Just up the road - the Simmons property. It's not that far, but I guess you can give me a ride." Joshua held up the lantern so she could get in the wagon, then snapped the reins and got the mule moving down the road again. Joshua looked over at the young girl sitting beside him. She looked kind of pale, but she was still beautiful, with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail with a pretty bow. What a nice girl this would be to marry, he thought to himself. "Ma'am, my name is Joshua. What's your name?" "My name is Rose," she replied. Joshua smiled to himself, so proud that a pretty girl like Rose was riding with him. But after what seemed to Joshua to be just a few short minutes, Rose suddenly blurted out, "This is where I live. Pull over here." Joshua pulled the wagon over to the side of the road. He held up the lantern and saw a big gate covered with wild roses. By now, the night was so dark that he couldn't see the girl's home beyond it. Rose hopped off and hurriedly walked toward the gate. "Wait a minute," hollered Joshua. "I can open the gate and drive you right up to your door." "That's okay," she said. "No harm will come to me." "But I'd be happy to do it, ma'am," Joshua replied, none too anxious to watch this beautiful young girl walk away. "I gotta go," she said, "my folks are callin' for me. Besides, I don't think they'd like for me to be seen with a stranger, especially at night." "All right, then," said Joshua. He reluctantly snapped the mule's reins and slowly went back down the road, leaving Rose standing at the gate. As he turned the corner toward Obediah's house, he looked back at the gate for one last glimpse of Rose. The young girl had vanished into the darkness. Joshua finally got to Obediah's house, unloaded the hay and put the mule up for the night. As he walked up to the screen door of the farmhouse, he could see Obediah standing there waiting for him - a tall, graying, cantankerous-looking man. "Come on in, son, and sit down for supper," hollered Obediah. "There's a room all ready for you." Later, as Joshua and Obediah ate supper together, Joshua decided to ask the old man some questions. "Mister Obediah, sir, are there any pretty girls in these parts?" Obediah flashed a near-toothless grin. "Sure there are!" he said. "Say, you lookin' for a girl to marry up with? Why, all you gotta do is follow the flight of the red bird. Yessir, everybody knows if you follow the flight of the red bird, it'll land right where there's a girl lookin' for a beau. That's a great place to start, boy." "Mister Obediah, you know a girl round these parts named Rose Simmons?" Obediah hesitated for a moment, then said, "Why, sure. She'd of been around 19 by now, I believe. She was a real pretty girl, yessir. Kinda sassy, but pretty. Had long black hair, always pulled back in a ponytail with a pretty bow. She was one of the prettiest girls in the area from what I remember." Joshua was starting to get confused. "What do you mean she was pretty? You mean she don't live 'round here no more?" Obediah looked at Joshua strangely. "Boy," he said, "Rose Simmons is dead." The blood drained from Joshua's face. "Are you sure 'bout that?" he said, almost in a whisper. "From what I remember," Obediah said, "she used to play in that cluster of magnolia trees up the road toward your Grandpa's. One Saturday evening, her parents called out for her to come home and do her chores. Even though the trees were a-ways down the road, she could still hear 'em callin' her since this land's so wide open." "Rose went in the kitchen to churn the butter, and her Daddy left to feed the cattle down at the far end of the pasture. Her Mama went with him to look for the milkcow, 'cause if you don't milk a cow regular, the milk will just dry up. So Rose was all alone in that house. And before you know it, there came a lightning storm, and it struck a pine tree right next to the house. Set that house on fire, it did, and burned that girl up inside. Her folks never did find her body. And they were so grief-stricken that they were never seen again 'round these parts." By this time, Joshua had turned white as a sheet. Obediah stopped telling his story and said, "Boy, you look like you seen a ghost." Joshua said, "Mister Obediah, you believe in ghosts?" Obediah suddenly glared at Joshua and gruffly replied, "Let me tell you what I think. Folks in these parts tell stories of Rose Simmons's ghost up in the magnolia tree tryin' to get on home 'cause she hears her folks callin'. Now, I reckon her spirit ain't restin' on account of the way that she died. But just as sure as the Pearl River runs through this town, I'm tellin' you that dead folks don't belong in this world. Folks shouldn't be talkin' about 'em like they're walking around with the living. And that's all I'm gonna say 'bout it, boy." With that, Obediah got up, pointed at the room where Joshua was to sleep, and blew out the light. The next morning, Joshua hitched up his mule to the wagon and started back down the road toward Rose's house. After a sleepless night, he had talked himself into going back to the Simmons place and seeing it for himself. After all, he'd been warned that Obediah was a superstitious man, and he'd surely seen Rose sitting beside him in his wagon just as plain as day. As he reached the Simmons property, Joshua left the mule and wagon on the roadside, opened up the rose-covered gate and walked up the drive. His heart was pounding in his chest, for there was no telling what he might find. Sure enough, at the end of the drive, he found a burned out homestead. Joshua walked around the ruins in disbelief, cold sweat forming on his brow. Then he saw it - beside the home, sticking out of a little mound of dirt behind the home, was a crude wooden marker with two words painted on it: "Rose Simmons." And behind it was planted a baby magnolia tree. Joshua was so frightened that he ran back down the drive, snapped the reins and took off toward Grandpa's. He then packed his bags as fast as he could and got back to New Orleans in a flash. And Joshua was never seen
9 minutes | Oct 9, 2015
TMR Podcast: Episode #50 - The Slave Girl of Myrtles Plantation
Louisiana ghost story about the well documented hauntings at Myrtles Plantation. Collected and adapted by Craig Dominey. Told by Veronica Byrd. When folks think about the American South, one image that always comes to mind is the old plantation house. Before the Civil War devastated the South, the plantation homes were about the closest thing America had to magical European palaces. But what some folks don't know - or maybe don't care to think about - is that many of these plantations were built upon the backs of slaves. These slaves toiled under the whip of the white plantation owners, harvesting cotton and sugarcane for days, weeks and months on end. Some were literally worked to death, only to be replaced like an old shoe when the next boatload of captured slaves came into port. So while the plantations may have been wealthy palaces to some, they were places of misery and death to others. So it should come as no surprise that many of the plantation homes remaining in the South are rumored to be haunted. This is the story of one of those houses: Back in the 1800s, many plantations were located north of New Orleans along the banks of the Mississippi River. These plantations fueled the national economy with cotton and sugar cane, and their owners were some of the richest men in America. Myrtles Plantation, located a few miles outside of St. Francisville, Louisiana, was one of these homes. It was a beautiful example of Old South Antebellum architecture. Upon arrival, a visitor would be greeted with the magical sight of Spanish moss swaying in the breeze, sweeping wide verandas with ornamental ironwork, and the sweet smells of pink-blossomed myrtle trees. Inside, one would find a lavishly decorated home in the Gothic style, with ornate plasterwork, European antiques, winding staircases and sparkling, crystal chandeliers. But all this beauty hid a very sinister history - which many believe started with a slave girl named Chloe... At that time, Myrtles Plantation was owned and operated by Judge Clark Woodruffe and his wife, Sara Matilda. The Woodruffes had two young daughters, with a third child on the way. The judge was well respected in the community as a man of integrity, and a staunch upholder of the law. But he also held a dirty secret - he was a compulsive womanizer. Whenever he had the opportunity, the judge would sneak around and have relations with his female slaves. Chloe, a slave of mixed blood who served as governess to the Woodruffe children, eventually became the target of his advances. Chloe was disgusted with the thought of the judge having his way with her, but knew if she didn't follow through she would probably be sent back out to toil in the fields with the other slaves. Working in the "big house" was as close to freedom as a slave could expect at that time, so Chloe did what she had to do. But after awhile, Chloe began to suspect that the judge was getting tired of her, and would soon be looking for a new lover. Terrified of being sent back to the fields, Chloe began eavesdropping on the family's conversations to find out if her fears were true. One day, the judge caught her and was so enraged that he grabbed her and sliced off one of her ears. From that day forward, Chloe wore a green turban around her head to hide her shameful wound. With the judge now furious at her, Chloe knew she had to do something fast to prove her worth to the family - but what? Her opportunity came one day when she was directed to help set up a birthday party for the Woodruffes' eldest daughter. The judge was away, and his wife and daughters planned on celebrating the birthday by eating cake in the dining room. Chloe came up with a plan. She crept outside and picked one of the oleander plants growing beside the house. She knew that the leaves of this plant contained a small amount of poison, which she secretly added to the birthday cake. She figured if she made the family sick, she could nurse them back to health and prove herself invaluable to the family. She cared for the children, and was careful to only add enough poison to make them slightly ill. As the family ate the tainted birthday cake, Chloe soon found out she had made a terrible mistake. One by one, they dropped their utensils and began writhing and moaning in agony. Chloe helped them to their beds and tried desperately to save them, but it was too late. Soon the young girls, their mother and her unborn child were all dead. As word spread throughout the plantation, the other slaves were terrified that the judge would take his anger at Chloe out on them. To save their own hides, they knew that they had to do something to prove their loyalty to their master. So one night, a lynch mob grabbed Chloe while she slept and hanged her from one of the oak trees. After she died, they cut her down, weighted her body with rocks and tossed her into the Mississippi River. The judge promptly sealed off the dining room and never used it again. In later years, the plantation house was turned into a bed and breakfast, with many visitors attracted to its beauty and Old South charm. But visitors and future owners alike would soon discover that they were not alone in the house. One day, one of the new owners of Myrtles Plantation snapped a photo of the front of the house. When the picture was developed, she could see a shadowy figure standing near the veranda; her head wrapped in what appeared to be a turban. At night, some of the guests reported hearing restless footsteps wandering the hallways of the house. Others said they were jolted from their sleep by a black woman in a green turban, who lifted up the mosquito netting around their beds, as if looking for someone. Soon other strange incidents were reported in the house. Some guests claimed to have seen the images of small children in the hallway mirrors. Others heard their names called out from distant rooms, only to find they were alone in the house. And others spotted two playful little girls in white dresses playing in the hallways, peeking through the windows, bouncing on the beds - even swinging from the chandeliers! Is the mysterious woman in the green turban the ghost of Chloe, searching for the judge who caused her such grief? Are the mysterious little girls the ghosts of the Woodruffe children, forever trapped in the home where they died? We'll leave that up to you to decide. Or, better yet - next time you're in Louisiana, spend a night in Myrtles Plantation near St. Francisville, and find out for yourself! - THE END -
8 minutes | Aug 3, 2015
TMR Podcast: Episode #49 - The Sausage Ghost: New Orleans Ghost Story
Gruesome New Orleans ghost story about a sausage shop owner who has a unique way of getting rid of his wife. Written by Craig Dominey, told by Kodac Harrison.
18 minutes | Oct 24, 2014
TMR Podcast: Episode #48 - Sop Doll
Mississippi creature story about a Depression-era farmhand who will take just about any job - including at a strange farm where his predecessors ended up dead! Collected and Adapted by Craig Dominey. Told by Jim McAmis. Follow along at The Moonlit Road.com: Sop Doll
7 minutes | Oct 8, 2014
TMR Podcast: Episode #47 - Wait 'Til Jesse Comes
Classic Southern spooky story about a traveling salesman who runs into some pretty strange cats warning about someone (or something) named "Jesse." Adapted from folklore by Craig Dominey and told by LaDoris Davis.
9 minutes | Sep 19, 2014
TMR Podcast: Episode #46 - Mama Coon Coon
Cajun folktale about a local fisherwoman whose unique way of fishing for crabs in the bayou gets her into trouble. Written and told by Veronica Byrd and Bert Tanner.
9 minutes | Aug 11, 2014
TMR Podcast: Episode #45 - Chancy Fox
Creature story of a Louisiana gambler who runs afoul of swamp vampires while on the run from the law. Written and told by Thomas E. Fuller.
14 minutes | Sep 15, 2013
TMR Podcast: Episode 44 - The Town Without Death
Spooky Appalachian ghost story of a mountain traveler, stunned by the death of his wife, who stumbles across a strange mountain town with a horrifying secret. Written by Craig Dominey and told by Lanny Gilbert.
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