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The Shadow man
The shadow Man
I was born in Johnson City, Tennessee, and grew up in a place known as Cash Hollow—it’s real, I assure you. Cash Hollow consists of a narrow stretch of road nestled between hills, situated between Lake View and Austin Springs. My childhood unfolded in the heart of the eighties, an era I believe was one of the best for a young man. Cash Hollow had a peculiar reputation; it was known for crime and violence that dates back to the thirties and forties. My father even discovered old editions of the Johnson City Press from that time, filled with articles about crimes linked to Cash Hollow Road.
In addition to Cash Hollow, numerous hollows extend deeper into the woods with dunes and clay mud hills. This site has always intrigued me. During my childhood, I encountered animals larger than those typically found elsewhere, as well as numerous snakes—both venomous and non-venomous—otters, white owls, bobcats, and other unique creatures like prehistoric mud turtles and giant spiders. One particular location in Cash Hollow always captured my interest: a massive unfinished house built long ago on a road called Mosier Rd. According to legend, a wealthy man constructed it but ran out of funds, leaving it incomplete; some claim it is haunted. This tale serves as the inspiration for the book you are about to read or listen to. It weaves together some of the legends and ghost stories passed down through the years, and while I strive for accuracy, I must confess that I experienced unexplainable occurrences in that hollow. Consequently, I decided to incorporate those stories into "The Shadow Man of Cash Hollow". I won't keep you any longer; just remember, some of this truly happened.
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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!