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 ghost story on YouTube below: In the deep hollows of Appalachia, there is a specific kind of darkness that feels alive. It’s a heavy, weight that presses against the windows of your car, making you feel like you’re at the bottom of a cold, black ocean. Back…
Black Eyed Kid Story: This happened in 2016, not long after I moved into my place in Radford, Virginia. At the end of my street sits a small park, the kind you barely notice in daylight and try not to look at after dark. I was pulling in from a long work trip at about…
Black Eyed Kid Ireland: Back in 2017, a friend and I embarked on a seven-week journey through Ireland and Scotland, exploring historic sites and immersing ourselves in the region’s folklore. Toward the end of our trip, we returned to Ireland and rented an Airbnb located on the grounds of a centuries-old castle. The place had…