Rusty Quill presents

Old Gods of Apalachia is a horror anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all

audiences so listener discretion is advised.

In the chamber deep beneath the mountains of West Virginia, an odd hush had fallen over

the assembly of witches and haints and boog, as the thing that until Reese ears had been known as

Talypo sat on the witness chair, and twitched and thrashed his many shadowy tales in grim satisfaction.

Most in this room knew Taly Poe as a lesser creature that lurked in the lonely places betwixt the mountains.

And in the stories told by men, Talypo would be spotted by some lost and starving hunter who had strayed

from known hunting grounds into a place where there seemed to be no game whatsoever.

And if on laying eyes on what looked to be a bobcat or a fox or some mixture of the two the hunter

would somehow manage to wound taili pole invariably severing his long

skinny tail and the hunter would curse his luck as his intended prey escaped into the woods and go on about his business.

Unaware that his business with Talypole was not yet concluded.

Once the son had settled beneath the horizon, Talypo would begin to stalk the man and

his dogs.

If the hunter was camping, Talypo would slink around his tent in the deep hours, leaving long

slashes in the canvas and pulling on the dog's tails, causing them to whimper and howl

in fear.

If instead the hunter went home to his cabin,

Taly Pole would skitter across his roof all night and scratch at his windows,

leave unidentified away in search of less stressful accommodations, Taylor Poe would bite his time, creeping down the

hunter's chimney to slash cushions, Shred rugs. Maybe help himself to the chicken coop.

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