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Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast,

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not suitable for all audiences so listener discretion is advised the incursions onto chip Collins's property began the day following Vincent

Albright's late night visit. That was how Chip thought of him. Encursions. No doubt engineered by

the man from the CVA. Though it took him a while to recognize that the strange

things he was seeing in the woods and around the house and the figures lurking at the edge

of the trees were all connected, improbable as it seemed.

It began with the garlic mustard, a pretty and innocuous looking plant with his delicate white flares and heart-shaped leaves and one that could be easily overlooked by folks who didn't know better.

But Chip had spent enough time working on his Aunt Betty's farm and his youth to understand the battle farmers faced if the stuff was allowed to get a foothold.

An invasive species that had been introduced to the U.S. to help control erosion, those who planted it soon discovered that

garlic root grew fast and spread faster, choking out native species, and of course, crops.

It was even known to smother young oaks and other trees, And Betty had taught Chip to keep a wary eye out for the stuff.

It was difficult to detect in the first year, growing in small clusters at ground level.

At this early stage, it was easier to get rid of, but harder to spot.

If it reached its second year's growth before discovery,

its long, tall stalks made it easy for the wind to spread its spore far and wide, and woe to the farmer who had to contend with it then.

The morning after, Vincent Albright had knocked on his door, Chip rose early, as was his habit, pulled on some sweats and laced up his sneakers for a quick run.

He tucked his Colt 1911 pistol into a holster he'd strapped on beneath the sweats, and while

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