Last night, as the heavens grew dark with black storm clouds, and rain pelted against the window lights, we sat in our parlor with guests and retold island ghost tales. Candles were burning in every window, and an antique coal oil lamp cast dancing shadows against the bead board walls.
We listened to stories of the walking dead (on Howard Street, of course), histories of shipwrecks on storm-tossed seas, and tales of an unfortunate island woman who was buried alive.
We also heard about "tokens of death" and the fear these unwelcome warnings elicit. We have just published our latest Ocracoke Newsletter which is about Ocracoke Island and tokens of death. If you would like to know more you can read our latest newsletter here.