Something in these mountains was here before you arrived. It has been watching long enough to learn your shape.
Four horror stories from the trails, hollows, springs, and cellars of the Appalachian Mountains. A trail that loops back on itself. A cellar that goes deeper than it should. Something in the spring that knows your name. A settlement where the dead come back larger every time.
The hills have been here longer than names. Longer than maps. Longer than the first settler who thought the ridges would protect them.
They never did.
