Rusty Quill presents

Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences and family I'm here to tell you right now this one's going to be a rough ride

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switchbend west Virginia 1913

there had been a house of ill repute in switchbend for years now you had to know somebody who knew somebody to get an invite but it was a house of ecstasy and agony that was only spoken of in whispers

and it was a place of a place of ill repute in switchbend for years now you had to know somebody who knew someone to get an invite but it was a house of ill repute in switchbend for years

you see the McQueen family being the hood wearing blood oath swearing kind of folks if they were will they kept their trade in the ways of the flesh exclusive to the very rich and the very white

well over in the bottom blacks and whites were co-mingland and laying down with whoever they wanted and ain't hardly nobody said boo

they was whole houses of black folks owned and run themselves the free state of McDowell County somebody had called it

if you'd asked Jimmy McQueen not that anybody dead and not that that ever stopped him the whole world was falling apart and going to hell in a hand basket

now this outlook might stem from the fact that Jimmy McQueen had been a small-minded hateful little bigot for most of his 47 years

or it might be because at this given moment as he stood on the street Jimmy McQueen's grocery store in the parlor house upstairs were being ransacked and destroyed by company men

oh and that his throat was in the vast like grip of a behemoth in a tweed suit they called Mr. White

not shimmy Mr. White began the Pennsylvania dutch of his long forgotten childhood leaking out a little like it did

it vundes me how you'd stop this would be alright now we send you a very important person for the entertainer

shahm a little drink a little pink let him do that thing we let him do from time to time and eat himself fallen

you get paid we take care of the mess you get a new goal of three and things go by just any do

you I didn't Mr. White squeezed lifting Jimmy McQueen into the air like a child Mr. White no one's mind

jaman is yet Mr. White I didn't know anything had happened I didn't know Mr. White squeezed harder still

don't you say it's them Jimmy saw stars than what then the world hoved back into view as the

job man let air back into his lungs I didn't know anything happened to him he always likes to sleep with

with with whatever's left of him you know how he is he's like a he's like a pig and shit Mr. White

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