In Oklahoma, the dirt doesn’t just cover the dead — it feeds on them. The ghost stories here aren’t just old — they’re hungry.
Picher’s ruins are a banquet for the lost, where the wind chews at the bones of a poisoned town. Crybaby Bridges don’t cry for the past — they cry for you, just waiting for new footsteps to drown. Out on the open prairie, those laughing lights aren’t here to guide you home — they’re here to watch you wander… and never be seen again.
The storms claw, the fields whisper, and the old hills hum with names no living thing should ever speak. And if you feel something tugging at your sleeve in the dark? Don’t turn around. It just means the land likes you — and once it likes you, it keeps you.
So come along, traveler! Step off the road, chase the lights, follow the crying voices!
We promise — the only thing you’ll leave behind… is everything you are.