Some places are more frightening than others.

It's hard to nail down a specific reason why, but even so, I can't think of a single person

who might disagree.

Some places just have a way of getting under your skin.

For some, it's the basement, for others, it's the local graveyard.

I even know people who are afraid of certain colors.

Fear, it seems, is a landmine that can be triggered by almost anything.

And while history might be full of hauntingly tragic stories that span a variety of settings

and climates, the most chilling ones, literally, are those that take place in the harsh environment

to winter.

The incident that Diantloft pass, the tragedy of the Donner party, even the sinking of the

Titanic in 1912 happened in the freezing waters of the North Atlantic.

Winter, it seems, is well equipped to end lives and create fear.

And when I think of dangerous winters, I think of Maine, that area of New England, on the

northern frontier.

If you love horror, you might equate Maine with Stephen King, but even though he's tried

hard over the last few decades to make us believe in Derry and Castle Rock and Salem's

lot, the state has enough danger on its own.

Maine is also home to nearly 3,500 miles of coastline, more than even California.

The Nats where the real action happens.

The Maine coastline is littered with thousands of small islands, jagged rocks, ancient lighthouses,

and even older legends, and all in the cold north, where the sea is cruel, and the weather

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