Rusty Quill presents

Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast, and therefore may contain material

not suitable for all audiences.

So, listen to discretion.

Is advised.

Crawl Tennessee, 1927.

One week before Caleb Gibson went missing.

Between the crooked spine of the Cumberland plateau and the broad shoulders of the Blue

Ridge, lots of place of the richest grain and deepest shadow.

A holler, carved by rivers and man that bridges to gap between Old Virginia and North

Carolina, I speak of course of the great Appalachian Valley.

Or as it's better known, the Tennessee Valley.

Rarely has there been such a place where the green and the inner dark twine around each

other like lovers.

Lovers that have one hand around each other's throat and an off-clutch to the other,

but lovers all the same.

It is a place of railroads and passage.

A river barges and deep pockets hidden away like heartache, towns lost to the swallow

and tongue of the green, or that lay fallen beneath dark lakes of the inner dark.

It is deep within a nook hidden inside a cranny that we lay our scene.

There used to be a road that led to this place, but both sides agreed that it would be best

if it was forgotten.

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