Echoes from the Loam

The SIX

The woods behind St. Enoch’s Academy was not forbidden, but they were forgotten.
Six school kids, a dense woodland and a mysterious old well.What could go wrong?Grab your lantern, charge your wards and take a look at your palm….you've been marked for death.

The Fifth Floor- Hotel Kalifornia

Tonight, we follow the footsteps of a man named Gage—paranormal investigator from GH Paranormal.
He came to Hotel Kalifornia chasing a voice on a tape. What he found was something older. Something watching. 
 
Welcome to The Fifth Floor at Hotel Kalifornia.
 

Imbolc

Imbolc arrives not with thunder, but with a whisper—the soft sigh of thawing earth, the hush of snowmelt beneath the hedgerow. It is the quickening of the year, when life stirs unseen beneath the soil and the first lambs cry out in the cold.

The Bell Line Awakens

A descent into the heart of Appalachian legend—where the Bell Witch waits in a house that remembers, a sigil pulses beneath the floorboards, and bloodlines carry promises the living never made.
 

Monsters of Braxton County

A sighting in 1952 that left witnesses shaken, investigators baffled, and a small West Virginia town forever marked by the presence of something they could not explain....
 

The Pale Below

we follow a story that rises from the older layers of the Appalachians — the places where the soil keeps its secrets close, and the dark moves with its own quiet purpose.
 

Unseen Wings

The Snallygaster is not finished.
 
It has simply chosen its next beginning.
 
If you felt the shift in the air tonight… you weren’t alone. The ridge remembers. The forest remembers. And somewhere out there, wings still beat against the dark.
 

Ostara

Today, we’re stepping into a season that pretends to be gentle.
Ostara.
The equinox.
The moment when light and dark stand eye‑to‑eye, neither willing to bow first.
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Wings on the water

This story is one that clings to the edges of highways and riverbanks, a shadow perched just beyond the reach of headlights.  
A presence older than the bridges we build and older than the towns that pretend not to see it.