South Jersey is a weird place. That is partially why I love it. Obviously.
There are loads of Revolutionary War locales and significant
pieces of both state and national history. Not to mention the birthplace of our
beloved Jersey Devil in the Pine Barrens, the bizarre ecological environment
native only to our New Jersey. It's a place that both inspires and creeps out
tourists. It's sort of a rite of passage to get lost on the long
"country" highways through the scraggy woods. During the Monolith days, we spent plenty of time just driving and getting lost ourselves. Before
then, late night summer drives, desperately and unsuccessfully looking for
pieces of urban legend and folklore was a staple.
Looking back at the places I've written about on this page,
something kind of shocked me. I would have guessed that a majority of these
stories took place in South Jersey. But there are actually a lacking few. Most
of them involve the northern part of the state or even the Pocono Mountains. I
couldn't believe it.
So that brings us to a place called Mount Holly where, of
course, you can find something weird in the woods. In remedying that - - -
