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? Listen to this story on YouTube below, or on most podcast platforms. Back in the mid 1970’s I lived for a couple of years with my great uncle Marvin and aunt Elsie down to Susie Kentucky to help them with their tobacco farm. When uncle Marv pased and aunt Elsie…
🎥 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:…
🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Watch this ghost story on YouTube below: Growing up in the deep folds of rural Appalachia, you learn the language of the mountains early. My father was a master of the woods—a man who could read the ripple of a trout stream or the snap of a twig like…
🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Watch this ghost story on YouTube below: Doug is a man who lives and breathes American history. A dedicated reenactor living in Virginia, Doug is known for his meticulous attention to detail, from the authentic weave of his wool uniforms down to the historically accurate grooming of his hair….
The Ghost of Wilderness Presidential Resort Wilderness Resort ghost girl: Summertime, 2015. I was 15 and was doing some campground activities such as karaoke, cornhole etc. This place Called Wilderness Presidential Resort in Virginia was a nice campground full of trails, lakes, and the pool. Everyone’s favorite place. It was dark next to our Camper…
Hey, Spooky Appalachia! I just watched your Bostian Bridge story, and it sent chills down my spine because I actually used to live right next to it. I have a story of my own—one that I’ll never forget.This happened about four years ago, in the dead of night. It must have been around 2:00 AM…
Black Eyed Kid Mall EncounterKerrie Kisner hadn’t intended to stop at the Triangle Town Center mall on her way home from Wake Tech Community College near Raleigh, North Carolina, but she did. She wished she hadn’t. “There were very few people there that day and I found it strangely eerie how quiet it was,” Kisner,…