Old Gods of Appalachia, it's a horror anthology podcast, and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences.

So listener discretion is advised. The front door of the house Lee Underwood had built for his bride exploded inward and a shower of busted wood and I see wind.

Duck dove for cover and stared up in terror at the thing that stood on the threshold of their home.

His vision swam as the creature crouched to duck its head beneath the lintle.

It walked upright, like a man.

But its proportions more closely resemble those of some monster out of legend it was covered in long silky fur that wafted in the chill air like steam off

quenched iron.

Its thick arms hung low, almost like those of an ape, and the tips of its massive fingers were crowned

with glossy black claws as long and sharp as knives.

The beast's torso was supported by legs that bent backwards like a great cat.

Its feet long clawed-affared with three talon-like toes and a single hooked claw that protruded from a narrow heel.

Its face was like something out of a nightmare.

To all intents and purposes it appeared human, not only that, well formed beautiful even like something from a

Renaissance painting but when it opened its mouth they could see that it was filled with teeth, no tongue with

which to speak like a man, just a gaping maw of needles like a lamprey, its eyes were black like a shark.

And worse than that, they had been empty, soulless, that would have been one thing, but

Doc could see things in those eyes, shifting shadows and glints of some deeper darkness it would not do

to examine.

Oh no!

Lee shuttered and looked away as the thing in the doorway leered down at him, lips twisting into a sneer as they closed over those rows of teeth.

Oh, look at that. No need to huff and puff at all. You have already invited me in and carried me across the threshold like a blushing bride.

How kind of you lean?

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