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Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast,

and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences so listener discretion is advised and the sea gave up the dead which were in it,

and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them.

And they were judged every man according to their works.

And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire.

This is the second death.

Revelations chapter 20, verses 13 through 14.

She had seen ghosts before. She had seen ghosts before.

Growing up in the company of her mother's contact with spirits hadn't been uncommon,

so when the dead of Woodhaven Sanatorium came calling, she was not afraid.

She knew both from their lessons and her own experiences that most ghosts meant no harm.

Usually the very worst of them were simply confused or frustrated with their current state of being.

From time to time, she had encountered ghosts that got tangled up or turned in on themselves so that they grew into something

more dangerous. Once in a blue moon, she'd run across one of the dearly departed that had been

ensnared by the dark, and that was a whole other situation entirely. Tonight, she sensed none of those things. The three hazy figures that emerged from

the darkness of her chamber seemed more curious and timid than anything else. For the moment,

they were merely shifting, vaguely people-shaped shadows drifting into visibility. She didn't know

if that was the best

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