Between the mountain towns of Hot Springs and Marshall, North Carolina, the French Broad River cuts through a gorge so narrow the cliffs seem to press in from both sides. It’s a stretch of water known for its beauty by day — and its whispers by night.

Locals say the cries that echo off those stone walls aren’t carried by the wind, but by the ghosts of travelers who never made it past Chunn’s Tavern, a rough old inn that once stood along the riverbank.

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