Southern Gothic
Sirens aren't just for sailors.
This made me think of The Legend Of Wooley Swamp by the Charlie Daniels Band.
Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp, well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl and things that fly
Things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around
I always feel guilty reading short stories.
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