🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Listen to this story on YouTube below, or on most podcast platforms. This occurred in 1954, when I was 9 years old. Daddy had just finished building, an addition to our house, so I got my own bedroom, my sisters shared another bedroom, and Mama and Daddy had their bedroom….
🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Watch this story on YouTube below, or listen on most podcast platforms. I had an experience back in 2005 that I’ve never forgotten. Honestly, it’s probably something very few people have ever heard of. You always hear about Bigfoot, Mothman, or the standard cryptids, but let me ask you this:…
When I was a kid, my Big Mama used to tell us stories about the monsters that roamed the woods at night. She said it was to keep my brother and me from sneaking out after dark—especially since we lived deep in the woods—but she swore some of those stories were true. The one that…
When I was a kid there was an old house Cross Creek nobody wanted had nothing to do with because it was owned by a witch. People thought the house was cursed. Back where I grew up, There were roads and things, but there were still a whole lot of old paths that people still…
Harpers Ferry, West Virginia, is a place where history and hauntings seem to walk hand in hand. Tucked among the mountains where the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers meet, the town has seen more than its share of tragedy, from Civil War battles to railroad disasters. But few tales are as heartbreaking—or as terrifying as the…
My house sits just fifty feet from the edge of the Nathaniel Mountain State Wildlife Area in West Virginia a sprawling, heavily wooded preserve known for its rugged terrain and untouched wilderness. When my family and I moved here five years ago, we thought we were moving into peace and quiet. But over time, I’ve…
Snallygaster Maryland cryptid: It was a cold February morning in 1909 when Charles Main, a local man living just outside Middletown, Maryland, burst into the Valley Register office in a panic. His face pale and hands trembling, he demanded to speak to the editor. “I saw it—by God, I saw it!” Main stammered. “A beast……
Talking crow Black Mountain: A few weeks ago, I had an experience near Black Mountain, North Carolina, that I can’t quite explain, one that feels like it belongs in the pages of an Appalachian ghost story. I was driving to work along a desolate, winding road, the kind where the dense forest seems to swallow…
The Thunder That Never Was: This story was shared with me by a distant cousin. It’s something his great-grandpa experienced way back in the early 1900s, deep in the old mountains of East Tennessee. Back then, his great-grandpa lived close to his mother-in-law, a widow who was absolutely terrified of storms. One evening, a big…
Deep in the misty foothills of Ohio’s Appalachian region, where the Little Miami River snakes through the quiet town of Loveland, something strange lurks in the shadows. It’s not a fish, not a man, but something in between—a 4-foot-tall, frog-like humanoid with slimy skin, bulging eyes, and, in one chilling account, a sparking wand. They…