Sitting at Grandma's feet on cold winter nights as you are growing up, and listening to her spin her tales of the Rougarou, the fifolet or the ghosts inhabiting the antebellum mansions along River Road it's impossible for it not to have an effect on you. The perhaps unintended consequences in this case is that it produced 13 frightening tales related to the reader from a first person point of view, just as Grandma used to tell them. If there is one common theme connecting these uncommonly scary stories, it would be that each of them is flavored with its own unique blend of creole seasoning or Cajun spices. From the seemingly harmless "Miss Annabell" to a hideous, nameless, creature that walks among the rows of the sugarcane fields there is always something lurking just around the next corner. They also illustrate how even people who have grown up in and around the swamps know it's never wise to venture out alone at night.