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Dismal Canyon, Alabama.

[kimberly40]

The Ghost Town of Lost Cove:

Lost Cove is located in Yancey County, North Carolina. What once was a thriving mecca for moonshine and timber, Lost Cove is now a ghost town deep in the Pisgah National Forest. Lost Cove was the home to a small community of people from the mid 1800's to the 1950's and it is estimated that around 100 people used to call this town home. Now, all that remains are abandoned homes, rusted cars, crumbling rock walls, and the tombstones of former residents from over a century ago.

What Happened:

In the late 19th and early 20th century the town prospered from farming and logging operations. This brought the railroad into the Blue Ridge community, and with it, more residents. During prohibition the area became a haven for moonshine producers. Due to it’s proximity along the North Carolina and Tennessee border, local law officials couldn’t agree on who had jurisdiction to police the area, which emboldened moonshiners to move to the region for production.

Eventually the timber from logging operations ran low, which led to the decision to halt the railroad service that brought passenger trains through the area. Despite a wagon road, a proper road was never built, and the loss of train service isolated the town residents making it difficult to receive supplies. All of that, combined with the area’s rough terrain, led to a gradual departure of residents until the last known family left in 1957.

Many of the structures that were left behind were consumed by a fire in 2007. However all was not lost (pardon the pun), and adventurous hikers can still find the ruins tucked deep in the forest. You can visit the remains, but only by hiking into the area. There are a couple of ways into the cove, but each requires a full day of in-and-out hiking. The slope can be rather steep in some areas as well so expect dramatic elevation changes

Getting here is a journey in itself. There's two main routes to Lost Cove. The easiest route is the Lost Cove Trail which you'll find from an unlabeled trailhead off Forest Service Road 278. The 2.5-mile trek starts with ascending two miles up a gravel road then leading down Flattop Mountain, eventually ending at Lost Cove. Once here, you can explore the many abandoned buildings, cars, even a small cemetery situated on top of a hill. All places here once breathed with life and although the last remaining resident didn't leave until 1957, it feels as if it's been abandoned for hundreds of years.

•Learn more at https://www.brendajwiley.com/lost_cove.html

•https://www.fs.usda.gov/recarea/nfsnc/recarea/?recid=48550

•https://www.appalachianhistory.net/2021/04/the-vanished-community-of-lost-cove.html

(From Wikipedia and Onlyinyourstate)

[saintship]

Hey, I hope you’re doing well!

Umh I’m sorry i don’t really know who and what you agree and disagree to write for but I have an idea and I love your works so ig it would be amazing if you’re the one writing it!

So Umh basically something with the 141 squad + alejandro with a reader having SA flashback after being kidnapped and tortured in mission ? And how they would handle it/try to help ?

I Totally understand if you’re not comfortable with this just ignored it ( me ? Craving comfort rn? Yes😭)

Have a good day!!

I’m so sorry this has taken so long and it’s so short, I hope you still like it :)

Also the first part of this ask is so nice I can’t w y’all :,,)

That day I lost you - 141 & Reader

Photo credit- onlyinyourstate, Pinterest

“Sergeant.”

The bar was too hot, and yet the chill of your drink was too intense on the back of your throat.

“Want another?”

The condensation created a ring on the wooden table and irritation crept at your jaw.

“Sergeant?” Ghost nudged your shoulder. “You hear me?”

Your ears felt like they’d been pressed with cotton.

“Yes. Yeah, um..I’m alright. Thank you.”

For three days after you were knocked unconscious and dragged to the middle of the desert, all you knew were the sensations around you. A blindfold covered your eyes, damp from perspiration. Your arms were bound above your head, the sound of steel knocking together telling you they were handcuffs.

“You gonna turn in? Y’look a bit tired.”

Soap’s gentle voice made you smile, but the pocket of dread slowly filling your gut made it drop.

Your legs were free, but you were lifted just enough to where you could not lay your feet flat on the sand, exhausting you quickly.

“No, no, I never get to do this, it’s nice.” You kept your voice gentle, undisturbed. The conversation around you bubbled back to life, and you exhaled as the attention left you.

The room was hot, but you could not feel the distinct burn of the sun on any one area—you guessed you were in a building or underground. You couldn’t feel any of your concealed weapons or gear; they must have taken them. Every once and a while, the prickling crawl of a scorpion would occur on your ankle, causing you to thrash and kick it off, burning your precious energy. Three days of silence. No sleep, no food or water, only the sounds of metal clinking and your labored breathing keeping you company. The slide of a large door startled you out of your skin—you’d almost been able to drift off due to pure exhaustion when the noise made you jump. You raised your eyes, as the blindfold had fallen from sweat, and looked. The man that stepped into view was hardly a physical threat; he didn’t even wear a military uniform. The only thing he held was a pistol, and the only thing he said was a single sentence.

“Sergeant, do you hear me?”

Price. Price’s voice, Price’s gloves on your shoulders. You were seated outside of the bar on the sidewalk, your back pressed into the stone wall.

“I..”

“It’s alright. You’re safe, it’s okay..”

The cell.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

The scorpions.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

The pistol.

You’re going to need to wake up for this.

“Fuck..” your voice was so weak it made you angry; everything was perfectly fine, and yet your body was on fire with terror. You felt the wind from your left side cease as someone sat there with you and took your trembling hand.

Alejandro. He’d been the one to convince you to come out in the first place, staying by your side and making sure no one bothered you at the bar counter.

“Open your eyes, mira. You’re not there anymore.”

Your tears seemed to seal your eyes shut, but you eased them open, Price’s face coming into view. Vaguely, you noticed Ghost and Soap standing facing the passerby’s, and lunging at anyone who dared to stare. The gesture made you laugh, but what came out was a sort of choked cry.

“Shh..” Price now held your head, his hands traveling back down to you shoulders when your breathing began to ease.

“That’s it..very good.” Alejandro faced you intently, his thumb stroking the back of your hand while the other clasped around the both of them.

“I’m s-"

“Don’t.” Ghost’s terse comment made you look up—he’d turned from his post and fixed his gaze on you. Soap turned too, kneeling at your other side.

“We’ve got you, yeah?” Gaz murmured, leaning down behind Price. You nodded quickly, a surge of warmth filling your chest and kicking away the fear.

“Thank you..”

Alejandro squeezed your hand.

“Always.”

[mecthology]

Legend of the Candy Lady.

In the quiet town of Terrell, Texas, Clara Crane, born in 1871, becomes the central figure in a tale that takes a dark turn, weaving a web of mystery and horror.

Clara's husband, Leonard Gilbert Crane, an older gentleman and a farmer in Terrell, Texas, shared their lives with their little girl, Marcella. The family faced heartbreak when Marcella, at the tender age of five, tragically lost her life in a field accident.

Blaming Leonard for Marcella's death intensified for Clara, especially upon discovering he had been drinking during the accident. Two years later, still overwhelmed by grief, Clara resolved to seek revenge.

Having laced her husband Leonard's favorite candy, caramels, with poison, Clara presented them to him, leading to his death. The next day, a concerned neighbor, witnessing Clara's shaken state, sought help from County Sheriff Fred Springer. Clara's aggression towards the sheriff resulted in her custody. The grim truth about Leonard's fate came to light, leading to Clara's trial for first-degree murder. Instead of a life sentence, she found herself confined to the North Texas Lunatic Asylum, later known as the Terrell State Hospital.

Her release in 1899 due to overcrowding marked the inception of the chilling urban legend. Local lore tells of children mysteriously disappearing near the old Crane property in 1903. Disturbingly, candy wrappers signed by "The Candy Lady" appeared on windowsills, and the local sheriff vanished, only to be later discovered in a ditch with forks stabbed into his eyes and pockets filled with candy. Adding to the horror, a town farmer stumbled upon tiny, rotten teeth in his field, unmistakably belonging to children.

Follow @mecthology for more.

Source: Onlyinyourstate

[chronically-ghosted]

Sources

The conditions and situations of these Americans, both economic and ecological, are reflected in this fic. Some dates are fudged and locations suffer from minor historical inaccuracies for the sake of plot, but for research, I read several first hand accounts of the Dust Bowl, Black Sunday, and the Great Depression – all of which are reflected somewhere here. I used Timothy Egan’s The Worst Hard Times and the Ken Burns documentary The Dust Bowl as main sources, but for more please consider these additional sources that I used to create this world:

Babb, S. (2013). Whose names are unknown: A novel. University of Oklahoma Press. 

Henderson, C. (1935a, June 30). Letter from the Dust Bowl. The Atlantic. Retrieved from https://www.loa.org/. 

Nathaniel Scharping, N., Goldfarb, B., Goldfarb, B., Pearce, F., Pearce, F., Clayton, ​Jenipher Changwanda and Freddie, & Clayton, ​Jenipher Changwanda and Freddie. (n.d.). As the climate warms, could the U.S. face another Dust Bowl?. Yale E360. https://e360.yale.edu/features/as-the-climate-warms-could-the-u.s.-face-another-dust-bowl 

McLeman, R. A., Dupre, J., Berrang Ford, L., Ford, J., Gajewski, K., & Marchildon, G. (2014). What we learned from the Dust Bowl: Lessons in science, Policy, and adaptation. Population and environment. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4015056/ 

Ashley. (2015, December 18). 25 rare photos in Oklahoma taken during the Great Depression. OnlyInYourState®. https://www.onlyinyourstate.com/oklahoma/ok-great-depression/ 

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Fort Dells -- Wisconsin's response to Disney's 'Frontierland'. Open from 1959 to 1985.

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Six Flags Hurricane Harbor Has The Best Lazy River In New Jersey - OnlyInYourState

Summer in New Jersey can be sweltering, and this one looks like no exception. Fortunately, we have no shortage of beloved waterparks to get wet …

[conexaoamerica]

📍: Mormon Row, Grand Teton National Park, WY

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#conexaoamerica #mormonrow

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[jake1969]

Beware Tourists coming to Chicago. Over 1500 carjackings, 800+ murders and hundreds of unsolved robberies even on tourists in downtown areas.

[roadtreasuretrading]

We went on a sourcing loop around northern Vermont and New Hampshire yesterday and stumbled across Whatever Treasures in Lunenburg, VT. If you get a chance, stop in and see this amazing carpenter's work along with some very choice treasures and antiques. He has a blacksmith bellows taller than me! I was immediately taken with this storybook shed that he built. And you know what's super cool? He'll build you one too. Check him out on facebook, I will put the link in the comments. #roadtreasuretrading #onlyinyourstate #whatevertreasures #lunenburgvermont #antiquestores #resellerlife #storybookshed #sheshed #chickencoop #localartists #madeinvermont #promastercampervan #travelingthursdays #lovethelifeyoulive #gardenshed #iwantthis #ournexthome (at Lunenburg, Vermont) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRHRCyENLxm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ccriccardo]

IL? . . . . . . . . #starvedrock #stlouiscanyon #onlyinyourstate #IL #illiniosriver #yaktrax #midwestwinter #ice #frozenwaterfall (at St. Louis Canyon) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKrjY7gncmp/?igshid=nfyol5ossywe

[kimberly40]

The Ghost Town of Lost Cove:

Lost Cove is located in Yancey County, North Carolina. What once was a thriving mecca for moonshine and timber, Lost Cove is now a ghost town deep in the Pisgah National Forest. Lost Cove was the home to a small community of people from the mid 1800's to the 1950's and it is estimated that around 100 people used to call this town home. Now, all that remains are abandoned homes, rusted cars, crumbling rock walls, and the tombstones of former residents from over a century ago.

What Happened:

In the late 19th and early 20th century the town prospered from farming and logging operations. This brought the railroad into the Blue Ridge community, and with it, more residents. During prohibition the area became a haven for moonshine producers. Due to it’s proximity along the North Carolina and Tennessee border, local law officials couldn’t agree on who had jurisdiction to police the area, which emboldened moonshiners to move to the region for production.

Eventually the timber from logging operations ran low, which led to the decision to halt the railroad service that brought passenger trains through the area. Despite a wagon road, a proper road was never built, and the loss of train service isolated the town residents making it difficult to receive supplies. All of that, combined with the area’s rough terrain, led to a gradual departure of residents until the last known family left in 1957.

Many of the structures that were left behind were consumed by a fire in 2007. However all was not lost (pardon the pun), and adventurous hikers can still find the ruins tucked deep in the forest. You can visit the remains, but only by hiking into the area. There are a couple of ways into the cove, but each requires a full day of in-and-out hiking. The slope can be rather steep in some areas as well so expect dramatic elevation changes

Getting here is a journey in itself. There's two main routes to Lost Cove. The easiest route is the Lost Cove Trail which you'll find from an unlabeled trailhead off Forest Service Road 278. The 2.5-mile trek starts with ascending two miles up a gravel road then leading down Flattop Mountain, eventually ending at Lost Cove. Once here, you can explore the many abandoned buildings, cars, even a small cemetery situated on top of a hill. All places here once breathed with life and although the last remaining resident didn't leave until 1957, it feels as if it's been abandoned for hundreds of years.

•Learn more at https://www.brendajwiley.com/lost_cove.html

•https://www.fs.usda.gov/recarea/nfsnc/recarea/?recid=48550

•https://www.appalachianhistory.net/2021/04/the-vanished-community-of-lost-cove.html

(From Wikipedia and Onlyinyourstate)

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आउनुहोस् यहि हिउँ ताप्नुहोस् , हजुरको मन भन्दा अलि तातो छ 🙏 #winter #winterwonderland #snow #ice #vermont #vermontthings #onlyinvermont #onlyinyourstate #newengland #vermontigers #newenglandigrs #canon #teamcanon #canonusa #canonphotography #nature #naturelovers #naturephotography #cold #newhampshire_igers (at Laraway Mountain) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJ-FeH8lwfJ/?igshid=2sozj0l9vesh

[swamprabbitinn]

What a great way to start a rainy Tuesday with a mention in @gvltoday from #onlyinyourstate (read more link in bio) #bikeinnbikeout #diybnb #bikea #swamprabbitinn #gvltoday (at Swamp Rabbit Inn & Properties)

[mecthology]

The haunted Isles of Shoals.

In the early 1870s, Maren and John Hontvet were two people living on Smuttynose Island. When Louis Wagner, another fisherman appeared on the island, they couldn't help developing a friendship in the close quarters. Eventually, John hired Louis and he moved into the Hontvet's home. At the same time, Maren's sister Karen moved to the Isle of Shoals and began working for another family on the island. Soon after, Maren's brother and his wife Anethe also moved into the Hontvet household.

However, Louis soon left to make a living on the mainland. But luck was not in his favor and he was soon destitute - so much so that he decided to rob the Hontvets. On a night when he knew that the men were on the mainland, he rowed an amazing 12 miles to Smuttynose island, where the three women had just tucked in for the night.

It is said that Louis intended to rob the house undetected, but when he woke Karen the violence began. Karen was attacked with a chair, while Anethe was killed in the moonlight with an ax blow to the head. Maren, realizing that her sister and sister-in-law could not be helped, hid beneath a rock on the jagged shoreline, despite the freezing winter night.

Louis searched the island for Maren, but couldn't find her. After making himself a cup of coffee, leaving bloody hand prints on the pot, he disappeared. Maren waited out the night in the surf, not daring to leave until 8 a.m. the next morning, when she was able to flag down workers on an adjoining island.

The police were notified and the island searched. Louis' boat was discovered in New Castle, and police received a tip that he was on the train to Boston. He was arrested there later that evening. As he was transported back to Portmouth, angry mobs demanded justice in the well-publicized case. On June 5, 1875 he was hanged for the murders of Karen and Anethe.

Although justice was delivered, it is said that Karen and Anethe still haunt Smuttynose Island. Even Maren, who survived the attack, is said to wail from the rock that provided him refuge that horrible night.

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