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| "Old Plantation" 18th century SC Plantation |
There it was again.
The squeak of a wooden door slowly opening from somewhere in the house.
Bina’s sleepy head rose off the straw mat where she was laying out in the second story hallway of Massa Hampton’s plantation house. The house lay on the banks of the Santee River in South Carolina’s Low Country.
A chorus of crickets sang under the azalea bushes on the warm June night in 1780.
Closing her brown eyes Bina rolled over to sleep on her stomach when she heard the strange sound again.
Now she was fully awake.
She knew that sound.
It was an inside door to the left of the Blue Room’s large stone fireplace.
It always squeaked. Although she spent many an hour with a greased rag in her hand trying to fix the annoying sound - it always came back.
Hearing the snores from the house's other occupants, black and white, Bina shivered as the downstairs' mahogany clock struck 12 times.
According to Big Delia, midnight when the hag holluh came out.
This hag holluh must be very powerful, thought Bina.
She could hear it creeping around the house.
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