There are places on earth that carry an air of the ethereal-an aura of malevolence that can only be felt in the breathless whisper of a passing breeze. One of these places is found along the rugged mystical coastline of Maine's northern shores-Juneberg. Since its inception the morbid mishaps of the city carried on the murmurs of sailors and visitors who have seen the peculiarities up close. From people vanishing in the dead of the night, as though...