The Sawmill

Opening October 2 - The Fog of Widow’s Landing They say the dead don’t stay buried in Widow’s Landing. Long before roads were paved and tourists enjoyed lakefront views, this stretch of Covington was little more than an isolated fishing camp tucked along the dark, unforgiving waters of the Tchefuncte. For generations, locals whispered about the things that lived beneath the lake: The River Pirates: Smugglers executed along the shoreline, whose phantom hulls still creak when the mist rolls in tight. The Ghost Ship: A Confederate hospital ship, heavy with dying soldiers, that vanished into an unnatural fog during the Civil War. The Black Coffin: A monstrous artifact hauled from the deep by a doomed fisherman, unlocking something that should have remained buried forever. When the thick, suffocating fog rolls across the river, it moves with a mind of its own. It smothers lantern light, kills sound, and ushers in the wet footsteps of drowned men dragging themselves ashore.