This book delves deep into the heart of nostalgia. Written in 1965, the book is a collection of ghost stories gathered over the years and submitted to the author through the use of various mediums. The cover is amazing in its loudness, Look at me, Look at me, style! Many generations have been exposed to it, passing word as the years go by. It would come as a shock for me to find out there exists a West Virginian out there that has not heard of this book or its counterpart ‘Coffin Hollow.’ Both were (and still are) extremely popular selections in my old elementary, junior, and high schools, and from what I understand, in most other schools throughout the entire state. I’ve never before witnessed such vicious fights among students who strove to be the first to grab hold of them, giving them free reign over the collection for an entire weeks time. The stories compiled inside were terrifying, more than one sticking out in my mind to this day.
Fast forward many years later when I sit down to revisit the book I enjoyed in my childhood. I find the stories don’t have the same edge they once had, though I’m still impressed by the renderings sporadically placed inside. The writing itself is quite simplistic. The details are kept short and sweet, the accounts supposedly told in exactly the way they were relayed to the author. The climax of various stories mirror those of tales I’ve heard before with similar context, though with a West Virginian twist. The sections regarding mines, animals and murdered children still succeed in continuing to give me the creeps. They are the most disturbing of the bunch.
Regardless of its faults, it remains a treasure of West Virginia paranormal lore that I will continue to read in the years to come.