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…
🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Watch this ghost story on YouTube below, or listen on most podcast platforms. The blacktop in West Virginia doesn’t just run through the mountains; it feels like it’s being swallowed by them. I was hauling a heavy load of industrial coils toward Columbus, and by the time I hit…
