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Appalachia is the most mysterious region in the United States and is easily one of the most unsettling places in the

world. When you think about creepy what many Americans will conjure up an image similar to the

Appalachian Mountains, and I'm here to tell you that their instincts are spot on.

What I'm about to show you is the most disturbing Appalachian story I've ever read.

This story is titled The Hanging Tree.

It is from a user named Warm Cardigan.

When I first read it, it gave me that feeling I got after watching The Grudge for the first time,

that I wasn't alone and that what was there with me was going to drag me away into the darkness.

And after you hear this, you may feel that too, along with the sensation of profound loneliness.

Some of the names of people and locations in this story have been changed to protect identities.

This happened in the fall of 1998.

I was 13, in 8th grade.

I lived in a small town in eastern Kentucky called Harlan, the typical small town where everyone is acquainted,

but also where the mountains are close, and the haulers go back so deep

that cell phones don't work even now, let alone back then.

There were four of us that night.

Myself, Tyler, Josh, and Kyle.

Tyler was our planner, always had been.

The kid who organized our D&D campaigns, who mapped out our bike routes and convinced his mom to let him have a BB gun by presenting a three-page safety protocol he had typed up himself. His parents were the type who went to bed at nine and trusted him completely, which made his house

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