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Easy when I die. Good evening, children of the night, and welcome. No housekeeping to do this week. We're

getting straight on the road. Our destination this week is the state of Maryland. As one of the

first thirteen colonies that would eventually come to make up the

United States, it's no surprise that the state of Maryland has its fair share of legends.

There's a sea monster that lurks within the Chesapeake Bay, a huge winged lizard out of

European folklore,

plenty of buildings that play host to all kinds of spirits,

and a surprising number of haunted bridges.

But do even a cursory dig into terrifying legends of Maryland,

and there's one figure that seems to loom large above the rest. But, as with any good story,

before we dive into the shadows, we need to meet the unfortunate souls on which those shadows were cast. In early November of 1971, 16-year-old April Edwards, her dog Ginger and a number of April's

friends were spending the late afternoon outside, near her home off of Fletcher Town Road, a winding

stretch of pavement that weaves beneath a dense canopy of trees, a popular and picturesque drive, to be sure.

The leaves were starting to turn, burning with orange and red hues that matched the colors of the

setting sun, and the air was cool and crisp. Dinner time was approaching, and the shadows were getting long. But as the

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