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Coffee or decaf Hot Chocolate Hot Tea Iced Tea Pitcher - soft drink Milk Soda 1.25 1.25 1.00 1.75 5.99 1.75 1.75 Shakes 3.50 $3.00 Plate Sharing Charge. Gratuity of 20 % added to parties of 6+. For your health we fry in a zero trans fat oil. All major credite cards accepted. 20.00 minimum charge There stands a rather nondescript house in Greenwich. It is a large, square, white house. It’s not an opulent mansion and it looks bright and clean. It has several large pines to the east and a large yard filled with wild flowers. The house and grounds look cheerful, but all is not well in this place. It was built in the 1840’s by an old sea dog named Captain Maul. He and his partner Captain Mulford controlled by default much of the port trade at this time. The great and colonial seafaring Bowen family left a void when they resettled to Nova Scotia following the Revolution. Both Captains’ homes were used to store cargo from the Orient; vast treasures of blue painted china, silks, barrels of rum, silver ingots, bronze figurines, and much more, was amassed. Entire warehouses, were built to store this treasure. This is how Greenwich Piers came to be. Then Captain Maul became greedy. It is said he plotted and was succesful in the murder of his partner Captain Mulford. All we know is that he was “lost at sea”. Several years passed, and Captain Maul became disenchanted with his material wealth. He became melancholy and finally fell into a deep depression. Some said he was remorseful. Other said he was haunted by the ghost of his partner. In the attic of his large whie home, he hung himself. Now this story would end here, except that singular event seems to have set in motion similar events. To date, this place has been the scene of seven suicides -- six by hanging. Something is at work here. Something macabre. The one which was not a hanging is a famous turn-of-the-century suicide -- the sensation of it’s day. Highly publicized locally, it involved the death of Rae Hague by drowning. At first she could not be found and foul play was suspected, but waterman Edward Bonham and Josiah Fithian found her body in the Cohansey River and returned it to the large white house covered with a sail cloth. It was terrible to those who had known the bright, attractive girl, whose life seemed to the casual observer, full of brightness and hope. Her father, Captain Hague, was stunned and could not explain the deed in any way. “She is the last person who would have thought of doing such a thing,” quotes the Captain. Was it murder? Was it suicide? Was it a curse? We may never know. I do know this -- I wouldn’t live in that house. As the old newspaper article ends: “These things can never be solved and must forever remain conjecture.” I’m not the much of a hunter, Not that I don’t enjoy camping and the outdoors, because I do, but I guess I don’t have much stomach for killing (although my readers may remember my encounter with a large bear), I killed him with a lucky shot in self-defense, not for sport. Be that as it may, I’ve never killed a deer, I did get one of the most beautiful and largest pheasants ever seen in these parts along the Greenwich Road with my trusty Chevy S-10 pickup. So, my cousin the great hunter, insisted I go hunting with him. I think he really needed me to break into some Greenwich area which is generally reserved for locals and usually posted. That’s ok he’s family. Naturally, my cousin picked the coldest day of the year. We started out over the back field, with frozen furrows of corn stubble harvested only a few months before. A light snow was falling, and the bone-chilling wind cut through us like a sharp knife. It was cold! We were dedicated and bundled up with several layers of clothing. We reached the place where he had shrewdly put tree stands several days before. An ideal location, it was along a tributary feeding into the Cohansey River, being essentially a small island of pine and oak trees. This knoll was higher than the surrounding marsh and afforded us an excellent view. More than that, deer tracks and other evidence was all around, including several small debarked trees. So, we climbed our trees and waited. One hour went by, then two, then three. Nothing. Not a deer or any sound. Then it started! We became painfully aware of an unmistakable feeling of being watched! it grew with the intensity with the passage of time. An overall and complete feeling of dread and foreboding danger overwhelmed us -- like something horrible was going to happen. Then we did hear something. The sound of human foot steps, many of them, closing in all around us! That’s impossible! We didn’t see anything and we certainly would have seen anyone crossing the marsh. Then I remembered. This place was an Indian Burial Ground. The several mounds, even the entire island, was one large grave! We were on their land. We were violating their sacred place. We had to go. We were terrified! Even though we didn’t see anything, we knew something was there, something ancient and powerful. We could feel it! The hair on the back of our necks stood up like the bristles on a scrub brush. Our senses were magnified and moving a mile a minute as we scrambled down our trees and ran for home. So ended our hunting trip into the supernatural.