Clergyman's

“Excerpt from “The Long Road from Perdition” for the day:”…I’ve always been drawn to the ocean. It is here that I now feel peaceful and can lose my thoughts while immersed in the deafening sounds of waves crashing around me. The spray and mist of the ocean’s past seem to be a living, breathing yet wounded animal. The fury of the waves never settled and the spew of the foam touched all that dared to sit near it.There is no reason to flinch as the waves spray and crash against the shore. It is a natural progression I have learned to endure. However, it is the rescinding of the waves and fluid release of fury that I struggle to understand and coexist with peacefully. I hope one day to master it.”
— J.R. Stone

“The habit of doing one’s duty drives away fear.”
— Charles Baudelaire

“You told us this place was haunted. How haunted is it?”Paul cast a quick glance at the house. “I’m not sure. When they found the bodies twenty years ago, the place became off-limits. That was horror enough. There were whispers of strange stuff going on before then, but no one is alive who could verify a thing. Somehow, an urban legend grew about the whole island. “Don’t go near haunted Ormsby Island. They say a reporter went out alone one night just after the mass murder had been discovered and never came back. Since anyone who had committed the murders was either dead or gone at that point, it had to be the island itself that offed the reporter. Mitch, Ormsby Island isn’t even on most maps of Charleston Harbor. Locals will turn away the moment you even say its name.”
— Hunter Shea