
The Lock at Burdock Ridge
In the fall of 2018, a woman living alone on a remote West Virginia ridge starts finding padlocks on her gate. Each one is rusted, engraved with a single date. She clips them off. They reappear. The dates on them creep f

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In the folds of an Appalachian holler, where mist clings to the ridgelines and the dark spreads like a slow flood, Luna sits on a cabin porch and listens. These are the stories told by the mountain itself — whispered through leaves, carried on night winds, spoken in the creak of old floorboards. Each episode of 'Holler Tales' is a self-contained folk horror story rooted in the hollows and hills of Appalachia: a bride who follows a lantern light into the woods and never returns; a well that speaks in the voice of a drowned child; a music box found in a collapsed root cellar that plays a song no one has taught it. The unifying thread is the land — ancient, watchful, and patient. Luna's voice is the only constant, a quiet presence at the edge of the firelight. These are not tales of monsters with names, but of the slow rot that takes hold when you stay too long in a place that has forgotten the sun. Listen if you dare to hear what the holler has to say.
Unknown Host hosts Holler Tales — Fexingo Horror, a general show with 25 episodes published.

In the fall of 2018, a woman living alone on a remote West Virginia ridge starts finding padlocks on her gate. Each one is rusted, engraved with a single date. She clips them off. They reappear. The dates on them creep f

October 1987. A back road in the tobacco country just south of Danville, Virginia. Luna's great-uncle told her a story one cold night about a pig that kept showing up at a gate it couldn't have opened. A farmer named Hol

In October of '87, a man named Harlan Cutter built a still deep in a holler where the water ran black. Seventy years later, every bottle that comes out of that copper coil still tastes like something that was never meant

Late summer 1997, deep in the hills above Picker's Creek, a bootlegger named June Elrod brewed a batch of corn whiskey from something that wasn't corn. Luna's uncle told her the story one night on his porch, watching the

In the summer of 1997, Luna's great-aunt Alma bought a wedding dress from a trunk sale at the old Hemlock Creek Methodist Church. The dress was beautiful—ivory silk, seed pearls, a hand-stitched lace train that pooled li

Late summer 2023, just outside the town of Pinhook, Kentucky. Luna visits an old Appalachian holler where a widow's garden grows everything out of season—tomatoes in November, daffodils before the frost. Every seed she p

September 1987, just outside a town called Mercy — Luna remembers the summer she was fifteen and her best friend Cassie Holloway stopped talking about what was happening in her own house. The Holloway sisters — Cassie an

Luna recalls a summer night in 1998 when her uncle took her to see a sycamore in the holler behind his cabin — a tree the old-timers said had stood since before the settlers came. That night, under a sky full of stars, s

Summer 1987, Gilly's Flat, West Virginia. A twelve-year-old girl named Emory witnesses the last night of a family feud that has nothing to do with blood. Her father's land borders the old Jessup property—a stretch of rid

My granddaddy used to say there were two kinds of wells in these hills — the ones that gave water and the ones that gave something else. I never thought much of that saying until I met a girl named Ellie at the crossroad

August 1987, just outside of Tazewell, Tennessee. Luna's great-uncle Ezra had a shed behind his farmhouse that he never talked about. When she was twelve, she spent a week there while her parents were away, and that's wh

In 1987, a county auction was held for the abandoned Lonesome Hollow Schoolhouse, a one-room building that had sat quiet since 1953. Luna's aunt Evelyn bought a class photograph from that auction, dated 1948, showing sev

Luna tells the story of a woman from Thistle Creek, Kentucky who inherited her grandmother's farmhouse and found that the old hay barn had a habit of filling itself back up. It started with a single bale of hay where she

Deep in the Virginia mountains, the whistle-stop town of Dunmore held one strange ritual: every evening at dusk, the old station bell rang exactly seven times. Nobody remembered who rang it or why. When the railroad shut

In the fall of 1998, a county road crew outside Draper, Ohio found a grain silo that hadn't been opened in forty years. The farmer who owned it had disappeared the same year it was sealed. When the welder cut through the

In the autumn of 2017, a woman named Ella Crane drove home late through the West Virginia hills and took a shortcut over a covered bridge that wasn't on any map. The bridge was old—hand-hewn timbers, a rusted tin roof—bu

In October of 2018, Luna's great-aunt Eulalie passed away in the small town of Mercy, West Virginia, leaving behind a cabin full of heirlooms and one object Luna was forbidden to touch: a hand-carved loom in the root cel

October 1987. A rusted mill on the edge of Mercer County, Kentucky. Luna's uncle used to tell her about the sound it made when the wind hit the gears just right—a low moan that carried up the holler for miles. But the su

In November of 2021, I drove out to the far end of Old Fork Road, past the last cell tower, past the gravel turning to dirt, to buy a candle from a woman named Eliza. Her house had no electricity, no propane, no generato

A long stretch of two-lane blacktop through the Tennessee hills, a place where the map goes fuzzy and the radio turns to static. I met a man there, a traveler who warned me about the road. He said it forgets things—cars,
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