It was late October 2018, right around 2:30 AM. I was driving a winding, isolated stretch of Route 119 through the mountains of eastern Kentucky, heading back from a grueling double shift. The fog had rolled in thick off the ridges. You know that heavy, blinding Appalachian soupy fog that forces you to crawl at…
The breakup had been messy, the kind that leaves your chest feeling like a hollowed-out tree trunk. By late October, I couldn’t stand the sight of my apartment anymore, so I packed my multi-day rig, drove out to a remote access point of the Appalachian Trail in southwestern Virginia, and started hiking. I didn’t want…
🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Watch this story on YouTube below, or listen on most podcast platforms. It was late in ’91, and the air around Point Pleasant had that heavy, electric charge it gets right before a storm breaks. I was hauling a load through the winding stretch of Route 2, the river mist…
In September of 1988, a chilling feral person encounter in Appalachia left two friends questioning what really lives in the dense Kentucky woods. I was 28 at the time, working part-time at a feed store in Somerset, Kentucky. My buddy Mike, a tough Vietnam vet and skilled mechanic, often joined me on long hiking trips….
In the late 1890s, the small, rugged town of Big Stone Gap, nestled in the remote southwestern corner of Virginia, became the epicenter of a chilling mystery that gripped the region with fear. The publication of Bram Stoker’s Dracula in 1897 had already set imaginations ablaze with tales of bloodthirsty creatures lurking in the shadows,…