The Cape Fear region of North Carolina is drenched in dark tales and eerie histories. Every year, visitors flock from far and wide, hoping they'll glimpse a ghost while on merry bar-fueled walks, or to hear tales of pirates and the spooky old tunnels beneath their stumbling feet.

 

But these are stories from long ago, mere echoes of old frights that are now safely tucked in the past. Dear listener, be warned. One shadow here grows by the day, its history being written in this very moment. And it all started with that old cursed church on Princess Street.

 

Since construction began in the fall of 1923, that site has always had a touch of darkness. Every man who first swung a hammer was struck by some unknown sickness. By the time the church opened, it already had a graveyard.

 

That newborn church, quaintly named First Light Chapel, seemed to exert a surreal energy on anyone who walked its interior. For some, it manifested as dream-like detachment. For others, a fierce hunger. In a few instances, there were fiery bursts of rage and violence. These things, being experienced by church folk, were often framed as Spiritual Warfare. But Wilmington had plenty of churches, and none of the others were set upon in such a way.

 

For thirty years, those strange feelings bred hushed rumors of cursed ground. But whatever latent evil was resting there stayed quiet. A low, bent whisper in an unsettling place. Waiting, perhaps, for the right person to hear it…