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.

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 of a variety of

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

the harsh environment of winter.

The incident at Diatlov Pass, the tragedy of a Donner party, even the sinking of a 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 dairy and castle rock and

salam's lot, the state has enough danger all on its own.

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

And that's where the real action happens.

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

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

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