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6 of 6 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Good stories with a Midwestern twang, July 13, 2002
This book's got it all--ghosts, disappearing hitchhikers, spontaneous human combustion, psychic detectives, haunted mines, vanishing ships, mysterious lights, death cars, and exorcisms. There's even a story of automatic writing.Whoever dreamed America's Midwest could be so haunted? Beth Scott and Michael Norman tell good stories, too. There is some repetition, which is to be expected in a collection of 120+ stories--it's amazing how many Midwestern towns are haunted by a 'lady in black'--but some of the tales (as far as I know) are completely unique. One of my favorites is "The Abduction of Oliver Larch." Here's how this mysterious tale from Indiana starts: "In the eerie, flickering glow of a kerosene lamp, Matthew Larch followed his son's footprints in the snow. They started at the kitchen door and extended some seventy-five feet from the house. There were no other marks on the freshly-fallen flakes. "Young Oliver's tracks just stopped. The oak water bucket he had carried lay on its side several yards to the left. "Matthew Larch huddled under the dark sky with the small group of family and friends. Not a word passed among them. They listened intently, but could scarcely believe their senses. "Oliver was crying, his voice growing fainter and fainter as he screamed for help...screamed from somewhere above them...in the black, cold sky." This incident took place on Christmas Eve, 1889, so forget about helicopters. The stories are arranged by state, including Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, Ohio, and Wisconsin. The authors do not claim to be psychics or ghost-hunters. Some of their tales are pure folklore. Others have been collected from books or periodicals of limited circulation. Many of the contemporary accounts have never been published, before appearing in this book. If you are interested in the unusual or the terrifying, read "Haunted Heartland" during one of our Midwestern thunderstorms. Especially if the lights go out and you have to read by the flickering glow of a candle.
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