In Mississippi, the past never stays buried. The choking heat rots the land and the living alike, while ghost stories seep from broken graves and sunken plantations. Spirits of the wronged, the murdered, and the forgotten haunt the swamps and hollowed-out towns, trapped in the endless rot of old sins. Beneath the weeping moss and cracked tombstones, something ancient stirs — a darkness born of blood, betrayal, and the river’s slow, merciless pull. In Mississippi, the dead do not sleep — and neither should you.
