He was more nervous than before and kept looking around constantly. I tried to walk by him, but he grabbed my arm. He said, ‘It’s coming for me. It’s coming for me and there’s nowhere to go. It stalks me . . . Continue Reading

We offer our heartfelt thanks to everyone who submitted to Appalachia Bare’s Folklore Short Story Contest! Each story was well-crafted, well-told, and highly entertaining. Such great tales made our decisions very challenging.Continue Reading