When The South Wind Blows: The Untold Story of the Phantom of the Carolina Coast

It was an unusually hot summer on the African coast. Five hundred miles off shore a warm wind caused the water temperature to rise creating evaporation. Mist rose into the atmosphere where cooler currents picked it up carried it aloft and the mass began to swirl. High above the sea anvil-shaped clouds dark and ominous formed hung suspended waiting for the moment when the infant storm swirled and slowly began its journey westward. Twenty-five hundred miles away on the Carolina coast an old black woman shuddered and pulled her shawl closer. She stared into the darkening night and muttered Someting bad goin fall. Someting real bad.