Haint Jars - 'Foxfern'

The holler folks called them Haint Jars.

They were set on porch rails, in root cellars, in barn lofts - anywhere something might try to creep in at night. The belief was simple: the dolls, with their cracked porcelain faces and unblinking eyes, would recognize the wandering spirits of their own kind and keep them from crossing the threshold. Some said you could hear scratching inside the jars at night, as though the dolls were fighting to keep the unseen at bay.

Now, if you walk the holler after dusk, you’ll still see them - lined up on fence posts, tucked on shelves, staring out from dusty windows. They are weathered, dirt-clouded, their glass jars fogged with age. But the locals will tell you: as long as the Haint Jars remain, the homesteads are protected...

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