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Widows Hill

Even when the night air is calm and still you can hear the wailing of women from the past that flung themselves off of WIDOW'S HILL to the cold, cold ocean below and legend has it at Collinwood they're waiting for another jaded woman to join them at the bottom of WIDOW'S HILL where their restless spirits wonder still... Well listening to this tragic story gave Victoria Winters the shivers and she couldn't sleep a wink that night, she wondered what in the world could be so bad that these women would take their own lives... The Mistress of Collinwood said “oh my dear I'm sorry if I upset you, pay no more mind to these silly stories and that's all they are nothing but silly old stories” but Vicky said I must be crazy but I feel like they're trying to lure me to my death I don't know why that's just the way I feel and I can't help myself, especially after seeing the shadow of a lady in white at the top of WIDOW'S HILL last night"... The mistress of Collinwood said “oh darlin' it must of been your imagination, I've never heard or seen anything out there but if that's how you feel then please promise me you'll take someone with you if you must go out there” Vicky agreed but she knew the Mistress of Collinwood was lying and just trying to relinquish her fears Vicky knew the stories were true just as she knew she had heard their wailing on this cold October night and it wasn't the wind because the night air was calm and still, yes she knew it had to be the restless spirits of those poor, poor widows that still haunt the high ledge and rocky ocean below WIDOW'S HILL!

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