Back in the 1990s I was a store manager for Staples. I was driving home in Ohio coming from Pennsylvania around 8PM one night when I made a stop for some gas. I went inside to pay like normal, I was the only person there except for the clerk. When I got in my car…
October 14th, 1972- I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was nearly fifty years ago on the night of October 14, 1972 one of those damp, foggy evenings that settles over the Valley when autumn creeps in. The mist hung low and thick, turning the headlights into dull orange arcs in the…
🎥 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: 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…