In honor of the publication of my friend Melissa Bowersock's new novel, Stone's Ghost,
my blog this week is dedicated to sharing ghost stories I have
uncovered in my own work. I'll have a different story each day through
Thursday. Then we'll join Melissa's "Friendly Ghost Party."
on Friday, July 26, 2013. Here at "Roundheads and Ramblings" I'll be hosting part of her moveable
ghost buffet. My blog will present a delectable buffet of
ghost-related main dishes, complete with recipes. So be sure to join us
then. Late Addition to the fun: anyone who visits all the participating blogs on Friday and leaves a comment on each will be eligible to win ghost candy. I'll bet it's hauntingly yummy! In the meantime, here's another South Carolina ghost story: ![]() “There
are Night Hags around here, too.” “Night
Hags. And they are . . .?” “They’re
demons who show up in the middle of the night. They look like ugly old women, and
they sit on your chest and suck the air out of you, until you can’t breathe.
When you wake up gasping, they disappear into thin air.” Lucy’s eyes were wide
with terror. “If one sits on you, you’re likely to get sick, too. They spread
diseases like swamp fever.”The connection to swamp fever, which is an infection similar to malaria, which settles in the lungs, offers one clue as to how this legend got started. Certainly the descriptions of a visit from a night hag usually include the inability to breathe, a feeling of suffocation, or just a terror-stricken state in which the victim gasps for breath. Personally, I lean toward a diagnosis of sleep apnia. However, night hags seem to linger in certain buildings, particularly hotels, and guests have reported remarkably similar descriptions of the local hag, including distinctive articles of clothing. |