There is a remote stretch of wilderness in northeast Arkansas known by the old-timers as Hatchcoon Island.

Anyone local to the area will tell you not to tread upon its soil. They themselves rarely speak of the place, let alone dare to enter that part of the desolate forest.

For the most part, people listen.

But every now and again comes an explorer who ignores the warnings, ready to satisfy dangerous curiosity and dead set on testing the legend.

Sometimes it’s even a group of them.

There is a remote stretch of wilderness in northeast Arkansas known by the old-timers as Hatchcoon Island.

Anyone local to the area will tell you not to tread upon its soil. They themselves rarely speak of the place, let alone dare to enter that part of the desolate forest.

For the most part, people listen.

But every now and again comes an explorer who ignores the warnings, ready to satisfy dangerous curiosity and dead set on testing the legend.

Sometimes it’s even a group of them.

Whatever secrets lie beyond the woodline of Hatchcoon Island most will never know. Because those who’ve crossed its boundaries have yet to return.