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.

The sun was just peaking over the mountains, and Marcy Walker was already up.

Had been up in fact for a good while now. She'd fed the chickens and collected eggs.

She turned the horses out in the back field and mucked out their stalls.

She'd walked the property line to check the wards.

And just now she was settling in in her kitchen table with the biscuit, a cup of coffee, and the newspaper.

Thus began every morning at the Walker House, barring some sort of special circumstance, and Marcy liked it that way.

She liked this quiet time to herself before the day he really got going, and she never knew what life might bring to her door.

This day brought trouble early, just as soon as she opened the paper in fact.

There on the front page was a face she recognized.

Corely Tilly juxtaposed next to a photo of the monster she'd married, underneath the headline, local woman questioned in husband's murder.

Corely?

She couldn't possibly, Marcy thought, a year or so back Bonnie Ward had brought Corely into the Walker House for sanctuary.

Surely no one really thought that young woman had murdered her husband.

And she read through the gruesome details of the crime, a grim suspicion began to form in Marcy's mind.

When she finished reading the articles she folded up the newspaper and went to the phone and dialed the sheriff's office.

Andy? This is Marcy Walker.

I just read in the paper about what happened to Frank Tilly.

Terrible crime, yeah. I'm not sure you Sheriff's Department has to matter firmly in hand Miss Walker.

Sheriff Hodge replied.

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