The mountains of West Virginia are older than memory. Out here, nothing truly vanishes — it just sinks a little deeper into the roots, the stones, and the mist that clings to the trees.
In Point Pleasant, the Mothman flickers across the sky — seen too late, believed too soon. The Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum breathes slowly in the dark, its walls swollen with stories no one dares repeat. Out along the ridges, the Greenbrier Ghost still whispers through the trees, and the forests pull abandoned coal towns down into the earth, burying their names one by one.
In West Virginia, you can leave the mountains behind…
but don’t be surprised if a part of them decides to follow you home.