Tales From the Mountain

The Camp Series https://www.amazon.com/Rascal-Camp-Tales-Mountain-Book-ebook/    A Trip to the Outhouse https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01AX998LY/    Auntie's Boyfriend https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01B39K5KQ/   Hidden Camp https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01BCTMHF8/eBook cover created by Shannon L. Buck, February 2019. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07P6SP1KS/




The Beginning https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GY1VLFW/A Child is Taken https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07HHFT628/The Visitors https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07JYV9LD6/Dragged Off https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07KFNZYRS/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i4Seeing Things https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07N6LP5KW/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i3




(The stories in the Tales from the Mountain series have no particular read order, EXCEPT for the #CampSeries and the #CemeteryHillSeries that are both numbered.)

Dear Friend,

I grew up visiting my family’s camps on a mountain in Maine. There were more camps than there are now, but it still seems to feel like home. I still enjoy the few visits that I am able to make, while visiting the family cemetery. This is not the same cemetery as the one referred to in the Cemetery Hill Series. It is a small family plot.

Walking along the edge of the expansive field, as well as in the surrounding woods, is one of my favorite activities when visiting the mountain, especially when my sisters join me. The walks are great exercise, and I always seem to get an idea for a new story. Indeed, I find the entire area inspiring.

The truths in The Camp Series are remembrances of mine from my childhood. I called my grandparents Grammy and Grampy, and my great-grandparents Nana and Pa, though these are not the people portrayed as the characters in these stories. I do remember riding on the big green tractor with Grampy, but I don’t know if we did this as a group. I seem to remember seeing a bear in the shed after someone in the family shot it, and I can remember being out by the well. And I believe there was a day when we befriended a raccoon.

There is a wall of grapes, and an orchard. (Actually, there are now two. An apple orchard, and a plum orchard.) The outhouse is still there, as well as a couple of the camps, and there is a creek. But so much more has changed. It will someday be nothing like it was, and that is sad.

The Boogie Man was a real fear for me, so the outhouse story is partly based on that fear. I really was afraid to go to the outhouse by myself after dark. I still wouldn’t want to have to today, even though I know the Boogie Man does not really exist. I (think I) really do remember telling my sister and brother about the Boogie Man when we were children. I didn’t want to be the only one afraid.

That’s it. Other than a belief in the Boogie Man when I was little, none of the horrors that take place in this book have ever happened on the mountain. They come from my imagination.

My deceased father also loved being on the mountain. I have a story that he started that was based there, and it would have made a good match for this book. But it is not my story, and will not be found here. My father, Stanley C. Buck, always believed in my ability to write and encouraged me to do so when possible. He went so far as to buy me a computer specifically so that I might start a writing career. I did. He instilled in me a love for camp and the mountain, and for family history. He is dearly missed.

I loved writing this series. The act of writing. Creating the characters. Coming up with the story lines. It was quite the adventure.

Shannon L. Buck

March 23, 2015



The Mountain itself is truly a majestic place. The beauty of the fields and the woods is astounding. The sunrises and sunsets are breathtaking, especially when viewed from the top of the mountain. And winter, though leaving people without access to the towns, is true winter wonderland. There are places to swim and fish during the warmer months, and places for skiing and sledding in the winter.

A red schoolhouse for children to attend is located at the top of one of the hills, but many families homeschool. There is a small general store anyone can patron, and small communities on the mountain usually have a store and one or more other businesses for their residents’ convenience. Individuals may have businesses they conduct from their homes, such as sewing or mechanics. It is all so rustic. Seemingly the perfect place to live if you want to get away from it all.

The mountain is also a place of dark mysteries, with a history of torture and war. People have died horrible deaths. Others have escaped after being put through horrendous torture. Kidnappings and rapes also occur. These types of things have happened up there for centuries. No one is truly safe, especially after dark.

The horrors that are encountered come in various forms, from people to spirits to creatures of the dark. Those that have dwelled on the mountain longest know that it is essential not to be out after dark in certain areas on the mountain, even when driving in a vehicle. They try to get away from these places before nightfall, but some of them are not always so lucky.

Strangers to the mountain often end up dead, and sometimes their bodies are never found. Search parties find blood splattered areas where these newcomers have been killed, but no signs of them anywhere.

Even established communities within the area can suddenly be attacked by someone or something, causing many deaths and injuries.

It is difficult to know who to trust. There is a family distributed in different locations on the mountain that causes a lot of these problems. People may seem okay at first, but situations with this family turn suddenly dangerous. This might happen after someone in the family has gained a persons trust, but many incidents are random.



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