The Hills Watch Back
The Appalachians don’t just echo footsteps — they hold them. Long after you've stopped walking, the ridge keeps listening. Lights flicker deep in hollers where maps turn blank, and not all howls belong to coyotes.
This is where folklore digs its roots and never lets go. Cryptids here aren’t stories — they’re warnings. And if you feel watched, that’s because you are.
If the forest goes quiet, turn around.
Mothman
Eyes like brake lights. Wings like nightmares. Bridges aren’t safe.
Grafton Monster
Neckless, silent, and smooth. The air dies around it.
Flatwoods Monster
Hovers. Screams. Smells like ozone and death.
Wampus Cat
Six legs. Human eyes. Cursed into hunting.
Sheepsquatch
White fur. Curved horns. Smells like sulfur and blood.
White Thing
Pale and silent. Seen in the fog before dogs vanish.
Smoke Wolf
Glowing eyes. Shadow body. You hear it after it’s gone.
Not-Deer
Joints bend wrong. It stares too long. Don’t make eye contact.
Devil Monkey
Fast, fanged, and furious. Screeches like a siren.
Yahoo
Hairy and loud. Doesn’t like being mistaken for Bigfoot.
Moon-Eyed People
Short, pale, wide-eyed. Only come out at night.