As with any local story, these legends are wild, far-reaching and as varied as the cultural strata that I questioned. The Common thread is that a small coven of witches took refuge in the marshes across the canal. Allegedly fleeing the prosecutions of 1692, they took their practice here but soon succumbed to their own devilish curiosities. These will-o-the-wisps are their spiritual manifestations, luring the sensitive out to their old haunt to ensnare and ensorcel. It is odd how such a grotesque legend had worked its way into a traditionally puritan people. It was the eve of May 1st, 1931 that I saw the spectral light for the first time. I was sitting at my Northern window, in front of which is my desk, reading a serial when I espied a faint glow peeking out from under the budding shrubs across the river. It shewn like no Light I had ever known. It was as if it were looking at me, through me. Yet how could it? It was merely a singular dot of distant luminosity but it nevertheless tugged at my will. I flew down to the rear entrance of my new-found home yet when I opened the door I saw nothing at all but the hint of a swiftly fading diminishing light. I
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stood there watching for what felt like hours, yet knew were only minutes. I watched the still night and the moon play upon the murmuring water rolling though the ancient landscape, as if of some dream of Salvatore Rosa. The next day I walked along the rail-bed beside the canal. The land was cleared and leveled for tracks, yet none were ever laid. I knew not what I was looking for but ever felt the pull of an unseen force calling and beckoning me onward towards truth. It was then I decided to lay down my work and investigate in earnest the history and lore of this forgotten place, if for nothing else than to pursue inspiration for future artistic works. The following weeks were spent scouring town records, questioning clerks and librarians, and getting to know very well the proprietors of the townâ€™s historical society. What I discovered only furthered my madness and I will lay the highlights of my investigations here: -Disappearances & drownings common in past 60 years, yet none reported prior to canal.
Dedicated to the late, great H.P. Lovecraft