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The Shadow man
The shadow Man
I was born in Johnson City, Tennessee; I grew up in a place everyone called Cash Hollow, so yes, it is a real place. Cash Hollow is a short strip of road nestled between hills and between two streets, Lake View and Austin Springs. I grew up in the heart of the eighties; that was my era and, in my opinion, one of the best times for a young man to grow up. For the most part, Cash Hollow was an unusual place to grow up; first, it already had a terrible reputation for being a place of crime and violence dating back to the thirties and forties; in fact, my father had found some old Johnson city press newspapers of that period and peppered throughout the papers were crimes relating to Cash Hollow road.
Along with Cash Hollow, several offshoot hollows go deeper into the wooded terrain and to places with dunes and clay mud mountains. The site has always been an anomaly to me. During my formative years there, I saw animals larger than most of their kinds found in other areas, snakes everywhere, poisonous and none, otters, white owls, bobcats, and many other creatures such as prehistoric-looking mud turtles and giant spiders. But there is one place in Cash Hollow that has always fascinated me. It revolves around an enormous house built way back and up the mountain inside on the road called Mosier Rd. It was a house built by a wealthy man, but then he ran out of money, or so the legend goes, and the place sits unfinished; some say haunted, which is the inspiration for the book you are about to read or listen to. This story follows some of the legends and ghost stories that have been told over the years so that it could be accurate. Still, I have to admit I did experience things in that hollow that I could never explain. So I decided to add those stories into the Shadow Man of Cash Hollow; well, I won't keep you any longer; just remember some of this happened.
where to find them.
Cash Hollow is where I grew up; it was an unusual place. We were surrounded by hills on each side of the road, with offshoot veins of other roads crisscrossing throughout the hollow. Animals were like something from the prehistoric age, from giant box turtles to otters; it was wild, but most of all, they could be scary., It was dark without any overhead street, lamps, or even guardrails to keep a car from tumbling down mountainous ravines; it was a magical, treacherous, spooky place to grow up, and I loved it. This series is a novelization of where I grew up, where a man appeared from nowhere as a shadow—a haunted house and many other strange goings.
This is book 2 of the Cash Hollow series picking up where the first left off; the Shadow man is now loose and has free reign of Cash Hollow, and boy does he take advantage of his new freedom, expect to see possessed dogs, haunted houses, a dark Cult, and death!