Hey there, Story Club members.

I'm Ivy, your ghostly host with the most and keeper of the strangest, spookiest tales on earth.

Today is another Ivy's chilling tale.

This illuminating tale story club members might make you not want to go toward the light.

It's one I call Black Lantern.

Reginald Black, he's out there and he's searching for you.

That's what Brian Jensen warned as we were heading back to the village.

We'd spent the day backpacking in the woods, walking up the hill, and having a nice picnic up on the view.

We snapped a lot of pictures and uploaded them to our social media, you know, just to make our friends back home a little jealous.

Brian had his friend Jesse Phillips with us, who I didn't really like very much.

She was kind of mean, I thought.

And I guess I was a bit jealous, too, as I kind of liked Brian. He was funny and nice, but he was always saying the most random stuff,

like that junk about Reginald Black.

I'd heard the legend back of the village inn where we and our parents were staying.

One of the locals was telling us that about 200 years ago,

a traveler named Reginald Black was wandering out here in the fence,

which is a boggy marsh.

An evening fog had settled in, and so he lit his lantern to see better.

But he fell into the swampy muck and couldn't get out.

Apparently he screamed for hours, but nobody came to his aid until it was too late.

Now on certain foggy nights in the autumn months, the distinct oil lantern of

Reginald Black can be seen in the mist. He leads weary travelers to their doom. They think that

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