In the misty, low-lying bogs of North Kingstown, Rhode Island, a place once called Swamptown harbors a reputation steeped in the supernatural. Long before modern roads cut through its hills, locals whispered of haunted hollows, witch gatherings, and restless spirits tied to the land’s violent past—crimes of colonial-era Indians, spectral sightings, and eerie natural phenomena that defy rational explanation. Among these tales, none chills the blood quite like the story of a disturbed Indian grave and the vengeful, headless skeleton that rose to reclaim what was taken. Charles M. Skinner captured this grim legend in the late 19th century, preserving a slice of forgotten American hauntings where the boundary between the living and the dead grows perilously thin.
by humblymybrain