Travel Trunk Found Buried 13 Feet Deep at the Abandoned Ozark Homestead - WHAT IT EXPOSED TERRIFIED
The Fear Behind You
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Searcy County, Arkansas, in the spring of nineteen forty-eight. A county tax assessor named Asaph Marrow is sent up into Coffeepot Hollow to survey a piece of land that has been delinquent on its taxes since eighteen ninety-three, and that two of his predecessors had recommended, in pencil, that the courthouse leave alone. At the back of the hollow stands a cabin nobody has lived in for fifty-five years, eleven apple trees that should not still be alive, and a flat sandstone slab with a cross cut into the face of it that the old families of Witts Springs have always called by another name. A storm in the night opens the ground at the foot of the second tree. Thirteen feet down, a brass-bound trunk is waiting. And inside the trunk, folded over a hundred and twenty sheets of paper in a tanner's careful hand, is the reason the man who buried it did not, in the autumn of eighteen ninety-three, walk back out of the hollow.A story about land that keeps what it takes, about a warning given on a store porch and ignored, and about the oldest rule the hill men of the Ozarks have always known: some things are buried because somebody knew exactly what they were burying.
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⚠️ A NOTE ON CONTENT:
This story is a work of atmospheric historical fiction inspired by Ozark and Appalachian folklore and accounts shared by listeners. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to real persons living or deceased, or to actual locations, is purely coincidental. Intended for mature audiences who enjoy slow, psychological horror. Contains no graphic violence.
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Untouched..... Nobody goes up to that property. There have been teens . In the yrs. Gone by that have gone up there on a dare . I do not know exactly what yrs. They went. I do believe it may have been in the late 1970s and again in the mid 80s . Possibly in the 90s but I think those 2 turned up in Texas somewhere. Not sure if they even went up at all. But the others.
The others never came back. They were reported as missing those 5 teens. Never found again. No trace of em . From what I remember they sent out search parties with dogs. And when they go close to that property both times the dogs would go no further. A couple of people who were brave enough went on up to the property. Came back an hr. Later white as ghost but never said what they had seen. My cousin used to hunt the land that borders the property said he heard screaming up that way on a couple of occasions usually around sunset. He doesn't hunt up there anymore. I believe him. I would NOT recommend that anyone go up to the property. Although I have heard here lately that someone who has business with these data centers going up around the country have been nosing around up that way. Whether they buy the property or not. It's not going to be a good thing that comes from this ....
Travel Trunk Found Buried 13 Feet Deep at the Abandoned Ozark Homestead - WHAT IT EXPOSED TERRIFIED
The Fear Behind You
15,616 views
📜 Get The Appalachian Dossier here:
https://the-appalachian-dossier.thefe...
If you've ever wanted to sit with the record instead of just the voice,
this is where you start.
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Searcy County, Arkansas, in the spring of nineteen forty-eight. A county tax assessor named Asaph Marrow is sent up into Coffeepot Hollow to survey a piece of land that has been delinquent on its taxes since eighteen ninety-three, and that two of his predecessors had recommended, in pencil, that the courthouse leave alone. At the back of the hollow stands a cabin nobody has lived in for fifty-five years, eleven apple trees that should not still be alive, and a flat sandstone slab with a cross cut into the face of it that the old families of Witts Springs have always called by another name. A storm in the night opens the ground at the foot of the second tree. Thirteen feet down, a brass-bound trunk is waiting. And inside the trunk, folded over a hundred and twenty sheets of paper in a tanner's careful hand, is the reason the man who buried it did not, in the autumn of eighteen ninety-three, walk back out of the hollow.A story about land that keeps what it takes, about a warning given on a store porch and ignored, and about the oldest rule the hill men of the Ozarks have always known: some things are buried because somebody knew exactly what they were burying.
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⚠️ A NOTE ON CONTENT:
This story is a work of atmospheric historical fiction inspired by Ozark and Appalachian folklore and accounts shared by listeners. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to real persons living or deceased, or to actual locations, is purely coincidental. Intended for mature audiences who enjoy slow, psychological horror. Contains no graphic violence.
We even looked for coffee pot hollow on maps of the area to no avail. So when you ended the story in Arkansas we were a bit disappointed. And no I would not go into coffee pot hollow. This girls no fool. Thanks for the story , always enjoy them ~ Jean