Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences so listener discretion is advised. In the chamber beneath the mountains, a sudden silence fell like morning dew on the servants of the green

and dark alike. As Hiram Cook cleared his throat again and called a second time,

The Green calls Mary Gold Underwood of Oak Mountain West Virginia to give testimony before the rock.

There was a shuffling and bustling from somewhere in the upper balcony and then a general

grumbling of discontent as a white sashed attendant part of the sea of

witches and haints in order to lead two women down from their perch in the cheap seats

to the gallery floor. The murmuring grew louder as they were shepherded through the standing room only crowd into the chamber proper

Nina Jennings flanked her mother. Her attention focused on the older woman who stood beside

her she had chosen a suit for the occasion. A feminine cut in a buttery shade of

golden rod that complimented her warm brown skin in defiance of custom.

The soup featured slacks rather than a skirt and she had paired it with a pair of low-heeled

brown and white Oxford pumps. In the given situation,

Nina was more concerned with practicality than these folks opinions on whether or not women should

wear pants.

Though she kept her eyes on her mama.

She had taken note of the various haints and beasts present in the chamber and could

feel their eyes on her now.

There were other witches and practitioners of the green present too of course and while some of them

she counted among friends like Marcy Walker, there were still plenty of others in the

gallery that she knew better than to trust. So if they needed to leave this place in a hurry,

she was ready to move.

Mer Gold Underwood, matriarch of the Underwood family and one of the most revered

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