đź”” A bell rings somewhere above the Kentucky hills. Sutton Metcalfe looks up and sees the same buzzard circling overhead.
Why won't it leave him alone?
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@themoonlitroad.comđź”” A bell rings somewhere above the Kentucky hills. Sutton Metcalfe looks up and sees the same buzzard circling overhead.
Why won't it leave him alone?
🎧 Hear “The Belled Buzzard” on The Moonlit Road:
@themoonlitroad.comđź”” NEW STORY: THE BELLED BUZZARD
A Kentucky murder. A terrible secret. And a buzzard with a bell around its neck that won't go away.
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@theswampwytch.bsky.socialPoe knew the border of death was shadowy at best.
Across Southern pine barrens & red clay crossroads, the unquiet dead linger as "restless walkers" - flesh & bone finishing old chores until forced to cross running water. Some never truly sleep.
@theswampwytch.bsky.socialClose their eyes with silver coins, or they’ll come back walking.
Coastal Southern tradition warns that an unkept wake draws the restless dead back down the dirt lane - not as mist, but as muddy feet returning to the hearth they left behind.
