Ghosts of the coast
Story by Lois Carol Wheatley
Certain prerequisites are typically required to become a full-fledged ghost. You must die a premature death, the more violent and hideous the better, and you must seek revenge of some sort. Or perhaps you cling fiercely to some sworn duty or merely became lost and confused in the swirling mists of space and time. Ghosts typically don't mention why they're still here, but if you ask the thousands of visitors who swarm the North Carolina beaches every summer they'll all give pretty much the same answer you might expect to hear—it's just real hard to leave this place.
Seafaring was a hazardous profession, made more so by the shifting shoals of the Carolina coast. If your ship wasn't buried beneath the waves that engulfed The Graveyard of the Atlantic, then your throat was likely to be slit in any port of call. Slavery and the Civil War swept through the state leaving a trail of corpses in their wakes. Hurricanes wiped out major swaths of homes, towns and livelihoods, and the railroads that once dominated the region have spawned their own tales of carnage and catastrophe.
Of course North Carolina is like anywhere else with respect to jilted lovers and tempestuous relationships, and here in the land of the long leaf pine there has been plenty of pining. For the unexplained but persistent presences that led long, rewarding and comfortable lives, maybe some of these restless spirits just don't like having someone else living in their homes.
Terms: North Carolina Coast Ghost Stories
North Carolina Coast Ghost Stories