Ilooked out at Kanawha Falls from the parking lot of the Glen Ferris Inn in Glen Ferris and sighed. I realized I couldn’t get all the way around the outside of the inn unless I had a boat or learned to walk on water.

So, I spent a few minutes watching a couple of fishermen in waders fling their poles back and forth. Then, I made my way back to my car on the other side of the property.

It was a nice day, at least.

But near the iron front gate, my skin began to crawl. I felt like I was being watched. I turned toward the three-story inn, but not a curtain moved.

I couldn’t shake the feeling.

Temperatures hadn’t been particularly fall-like on the drive into Fayette County, but the light seemed to have taken on an amber hue, and the trees were beginning to turn coppery and golden.

I’d hal

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