In Tom Maxwell rented a historic home for cheap. Nine months later, he and his family ran away as fast as they could, fleeing a parade of spirits and apparitions. Today, three centuries of bad mojo in a house called Nannie.
SOUTHERN Distances: Up yonder a ways. Down the road a piece. As the crow flies. Down by the crick. Just over the next hill. Through the tall woods. Where I come from we do not say "crick". I don't know what part of the South that would be.