The horrors of murder permeate the very ground they touch. Their stories linger in the soil, in the atmosphere, and their whispers often repeated for centuries.
Why is that murder and mystery long-live, while goodness and grace are sweet but too-soon forgotten? Could it be that our innate longing for justice, for balance, outweighs most? Or does the thrill of adrenaline, pulsing through our veins, when we hear the stories give us some unholy joy? Either way, it's stories like Alice Riley’s, the first woman to be executed in Georgia, that haunt us in more ways than one.
Promo: The Haunted Ride