Old Gods of Appalachia - Part 2

Summary

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Spooked: Old Gods of Appalachia – Part 2

Podcast by KQED & Snap Studios | Aired June 5, 2026
Host: Glynn Washington

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Episode Overview

This chilling installment continues the tale of the Underwood family of Oak Mountain, West Virginia. "Old Gods of Appalachia – Part 2" blends family loyalty, supernatural threat, and Appalachian folklore into a haunting story of resistance, mystery, and protection against sinister forces. As the Underwoods face renewed peril from outside threats—both human and otherworldly—the episode immerses listeners in Southern Gothic horror, all anchored in themes of legacy, secrecy, and resilience.

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Key Discussion Points & Story Breakdown

Setting the Scene: The Underwood Family and Oak Mountain

• [04:03–06:00]
  • Oak Mountain remains untouched by industry due to the Underwoods’ resolute protection.
  • “Oak Mountain sits like a jewel amongst the glory of West Virginia's mountains... For three generations now, the Underwood family has made it their home, and they tended well, protecting this land from the avarice of loggers and big coal alike.” (Narrator, 04:03)
  • Outside interests—loggers and the mining company Barrow & Lock—have persistently tried to seize the land, escalating to intimidation and threats.

A Disturbing Delivery

• [04:45–07:00]

  • Mysterious figures arrive in a black Cadillac, leaving a basket on the Underwoods’ porch under cover of night.
  • Marigold Underwood and her daughter, Nina, approach with suspicion mixed with resolve.
  • “I've had poison pies, boxes of roaches, and all manner of nastiness left on my doorstep, but this is a first.” (Marigold Underwood, 09:07)
  • The basket contains a healthy baby boy—white, mysterious, and marked with strange paint or runes.

  "Somebody's dumped a little white boy on our doorstep." (Marigold Underwood, 09:38)

Family Tensions and Protective Rituals

• [11:14–17:58]

  • The Underwoods swiftly realize this is no ordinary act of abandonment; it feels like a trap meant to discredit or endanger them.
  • Tobias Underwood—a miner and family member—arrives for supper, bringing familial warmth and concern.
  • Suspicion centers on the baby’s unnatural skin markings.

  “That's some hoodoo shit, ain't it?”
  “Sorry, Auntie. Hoodoo stuff.” (Tobias & Marigold, 20:40–20:42)

  • Discussion reveals a deep mistrust of local authorities, especially the county sheriff, due to racial prejudice and the potential danger of being falsely accused of kidnapping.

  “If they reported their find, they'd just be accused of kidnapping the boy and arrested. Or worse. Those Underwoods up on Oak Mountain are stealing white babies, was the kind of rumor that could get folks killed.” (Narrator, 21:19)

Supper, Plans, and Appalachian Ritual

• [17:07–25:14]

  • Family dinner proceeds, laced with tension and care:
    • “I give it another five minutes or so, Mama.” (Nina, 17:58)
  • Marigold methodically prepares a cleansing ritual for the child—her command of tradition and subtle magic is clear.
  • Ingredients include vinegar, salt, peppermint, garlic, and a special herbal tea bag, accompanied by prayers and scripture.

  “She asked the Lord to guide her hands to help her cleanse and purify this innocent child. Then she picked up the baby and gently settled him into the tub.” (Narrator, 25:14)

  • During the cleansing, the baby seems to react to something only he can see, and a chill fills the room, amplifying the supernatural tension.

  “The temperature of the room dropped. The hairs on the back of Ms. Marigold's neck rose. She heard a low whining sound, which began to grow louder.” (Narrator, 28:57)

  • Marigold takes bold action:
    • “No sir,” she says sharply, halting the child’s strange gesture. The room returns to normal. (Marigold, 30:58)

Aftermath and Cunning Countermeasures

• [31:32–37:19]

  • Marigold and Nina, with Tobias’s help, bind the curse with a new spell—stronger and safer than the original paint.
  • The Underwoods arrange for the child’s quiet removal to safety, contacting trusted allies across state lines.

  “She had a kind heart, and moreover, she owed Marigold Underwood a favor or two. She said she'd be happy to take the child...” (Narrator, 32:00)

  • The very next day, the three antagonists from the Cadillac return, searching for the Underwoods.
  • Marigold employs quick thinking and Appalachian cunning, lying with calm assurance:

  “Underwood. Underwood. Was that that family lived halfway up the mountain? It might be, but it's been years, and those folks moved on ages ago. I heard they was headed up Chicago Bay. Anyway, they been gone a long time.” (Marigold, 35:11)

  • The exchange is tense, with the Underwoods successfully throwing off their pursuers’ scent.
  • Marigold’s perception and intuition are sharp as ever:

  “Those were not people, baby. I don't know them, but I know who they are. Did you notice that Pennsylvania license plate? ...I think we know who been causing all this mischief round these paws lately.” (Marigold, 37:19)

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

| Timestamp | Quote | Speaker | |:----------:|:----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------|:-----------------------| | 04:03 | “Oak Mountain sits like a jewel amongst the glory of West Virginia's mountains... For three generations now, the Underwood family has made it their home, and they tended well…” | Narrator | | 09:07 | “I've had poison pies, boxes of roaches, and all manner of nastiness left on my doorstep, but this is a first.” | Marigold Underwood | | 09:38 | "Somebody's dumped a little white boy on our doorstep." | Marigold Underwood | | 20:40 | “That's some hoodoo shit, ain't it?” | Tobias Underwood | | 20:46 | “...to answer your question, and you know I don't like it when you call it that. Yes, it looks like somebody's worked a curse on this boy.” | Marigold Underwood | | 21:19 | “If they reported their find, they'd just be accused of kidnapping the boy and arrested. Or worse. Those Underwoods up on Oak Mountain are stealing white babies, was the kind of rumor that could get folks killed.” | Narrator | | 25:14 | “She asked the Lord to guide her hands to help her cleanse and purify this innocent child…” | Narrator | | 28:57 | "The temperature of the room dropped. The hairs on the back of Ms. Marigold's neck rose. She heard a low whining sound, which began to grow louder." | Narrator | | 30:58 | “No sir.” | Marigold Underwood | | 35:11 | “Underwood. Underwood. Was that that family lived halfway up the mountain? It might be, but it's been years, and those folks moved on ages ago...” | Marigold Underwood | | 37:19 | “Those were not people, baby. I don't know them, but I know who they are. Did you notice that Pennsylvania license plate?... I think we know who been causing all this mischief round these paws lately.” | Marigold Underwood |

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Segment Timestamps

• [04:03] – Introduction to Oak Mountain & Underwood legacy
• [09:07] – Discovery of the abandoned child
• [14:55] – Family reconvenes, crisis unfolds
• [17:07–22:06] – Supper and strategizing safety
• [25:14–30:58] – Cleansing ritual, supernatural interference
• [31:32–33:50] – Secret removal of the child
• [34:07–37:19] – Confrontation and classic Appalachian misdirection
• [38:33] – Musical closure

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Tone & Atmosphere

The episode is steeped in a blend of haunted Appalachia, familial warmth, and mounting dread. Marigold's voice is pragmatic but caring, Nina is watchful and smart, and Tobias brings humor and heart. The narrative style enhances the folkloric tension—every mundane detail is tinged with threat, and even domestic rituals wield power against the uncanny.

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Final Thoughts

“Old Gods of Appalachia – Part 2” is a standout for its evocative atmosphere and deft interweaving of supernatural horror and Appalachian values. The Underwoods’ resourcefulness, their code of secrecy, and their unyielding courage make for a compelling listen. The episode ends with threads unresolved—the mysterious baby protected, the family’s enemies misled, but the threat still looming—teasing the promised grand finale.

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For more eerie tales and Appalachian folklore, tune in to Spooked every Friday, or dive into the full Old Gods of Appalachia series for even richer mythic horror.

Transcript

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[Narrator/Host]

Spooksters welcome back to the Holla the Old Gods of Appalachia Part 2 if you haven't heard Part 1 yet, I am jealous. Go back now. Listen to that one first. We'll rate right here. And if you recall, these mountains are the ones that are not on any map. The names may be wrong, the years, they don't sit still. But yes, there are monsters. So pull the curtains, tell everyone to go away. It's just us folks here now. Spook returns the holler Starting now.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Old Gods of Appalachia is a horror anthology podcast and therefore may contain material not suitable for all audiences. So listener discretion is advised. Oak Mountain sits like a jewel amongst the glory of West Virginia's mountains, lush and green and untouched by the destructive hand of industry. For three generations now, the Underwood family has made it their home, and they tended well, protecting this land from the avarice of loggers and big coal alike. When the logging company had knocked on Marigold and Doc Underwood's door with an eye to stripping the mountain of its eponymous oaks, the couple had politely declined. And when the slick lawyers from Barrow and Lock came sniffing around, looking to expand the Kingston mining operations into the coal deposits beneath their feet, making their promises and later threats, the Underwoods had stood firm. In return, the mountain had helped keep them safe through all manner of troubles. Today, trouble has found its way to the family's very door. In the deepening shadows of an autumn dusk, a long black Cadillac winds its way up the twisting mountain to the tidy, well maintained wood frame house that Marigold Underwood and her late husband Doc built decades ago in the early years of their marriage. Its white wood cladding and blue front door and shutters are clean painted within the past couple of years and the picket fence that stands around the yard straight. A red mailbox rests at the gate, set onto a sturdy iron post. The porch is lined with well tended beds seated with flowers and fragrant herbs, a child's rope and board swing hangs from a stout oak in the front yard. Soft welcoming light glows from behind sheer curtains hung in the windows on the first floor. It is a place that speaks of comfort, of safety, of home, and of power. It's a subtle power, though the Underwoods are not showy or flashy folk. And thus it goes, unremarked by Polly Barrow and her hollow men as Mr. Churchman pulls their car to a stop just by the mailbox down the hill from the house proper. It's a sizable house, Polly muses, on a good piece of land. A foreman, maybe. Well, there was nothing about it in her notes, but perhaps they'd uncovered a traitor in management. The thought makes her smile. The three are silent as Mr. Crane steps from the car. He reaches back inside to heft a woven basket laden with what at first glance might be a load of blankets. He wraps himself in shadows and proceeds silently up the drive to deposit their unexpected gift on the Underwood's front porch. Just as he's done before. He returns to the car and closes the door quietly. There's no good place to hide the car on Oak Mountain Road, a narrow, twisty mountain track that winds itself up around the mountain and back down the other side. But the house is isolated. The Underwoods, as it turns out, own the whole damn mountain and have permitted no other settlement here. No one will hear any disturbance in the night and come running to investigate. And thus far all has gone precisely to plan. They've grown confident in their methods. So Polly Crane and Churchman drive back down the mountain and into Kingston for the night. From behind the curtains in her foyer, Ms. Marigold Underwood watches the black car drive off down the road. When its tail lights have faded and she can no longer hear the crunch of gravel under its tires, she opens her door and steps out to see what the three strangers in the Caddy have left behind. Her daughter, Nina, hovers protectively inside the door, eyes sweeping the darkness for any further signs of mischief.

[Marigold Underwood]

Well, now, I've had poison pies, boxes of roaches, and all manner of nastiness left on my doorstep, but this is a first. What is it, Mama?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

As Ms. Marigold kneels down and carefully lifts the swaddled bundle up from the basket, Nina Jennings hears the unmistakable sound of a baby's curious, babbling surprise. She peers over her mama's shoulder.

[Marigold Underwood]

Oh, sweet Jesus, is that.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Mm.

[Marigold Underwood]

Somebody's dumped a little white boy on our doorstep.

[Tobias Underwood (Singing voice)]

These old hills gone for the blood of my body, a bound of flesh for a ton of coal. So Down I go into a dark hill waitin where lungs turn black and hearts grow cold

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

and I'll take to

[Tobias Underwood (Singing voice)]

the hills and run from the devil to the dining sun. Something where my way comes the treads off my friend into the shadows where the old drone in those hills we die alone.

[Marigold Underwood]

Mama, get inside before somebody sees.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Ms. Marigold carried the baby into the house and Nina grabbed the woven basket from the porch and hurried inside, casting one long, measuring look around before quickly bolting the door behind her. The fancy black car was gone and she saw no one else around. She felt no gaze upon her still. Her senses were tingling. Aside from the fact this was obviously a trap of some sort, the latest in a long line of attempts to run the Underwoods out of Bower county, or worse, something was not right here. Not right at all. She could feel it, a subtle tickle of dread just under her skin. Her mother had taken the child to the back of the house where they could get a good look at him under the bright kitchen lamps. He was a sturdy, healthy looking baby, just past the one year mark, if Nina was any judge, with fair hair and green eyes and something weird on his skin. Ms. Marigold had peeled off the boy's shirt and was peering thoughtfully at the spiky, swirling designs that stretched across his back and down his arm.

[Marigold Underwood]

What is that, Mama? Is it paint?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

The two women looked up at the sound of an engine chugging up the driveway. Nina peered out the side window anxiously but relaxed as she saw a familiar green truck round in the corner of the house in the glow of the back porch light.

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[Marigold Underwood]

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[Marigold Underwood]

It's just Tobias.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Tobias Underwood was Ms. Marigold's nephew, one of Doc's brother's sons. He lost his parents in a house fire when he was 12 and had come to live with his Auntie Marigold and Uncle Lee. He'd gone to work in the mines in Kingston when he was grown, though not at his auntie's insistence, until after he'd finished school. Although lately, like so many others, he'd accepted a job at Barrow and Locke's operation over in McDowell County. Once a thriving community, the Kingston mine had recently begun to decline. Years of excavation had destabilized the local mine shafts, leading to a few unfortunate collapses in the past few years. There was more coal to be had, but it would take time to reconstruct and reinforce those tunnels, sending folks looking for work elsewhere. Tobias had rented a room in a boarding house near the mine in McDowell county, but his address of record was still the house on Oak Mountain, and lately he'd taken to driving up after work. Sometimes he'd just stay for supper, and other nights he'd bunk down on the sofa in the front room. Word had gotten around about a series of unexplained deaths around Bexar county, and while Auntie Marigold always assured him she'd be fine, just fine, well, it didn't hurt to be cautious.

[Marigold Underwood]

He's come to join us for supper. Nina, baby, can you check on that chicken in the oven while I look after this little man here?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Ms. Marigold settled the infant on her hip and went over to the icebox to see how much milk they had on hand and what else might do to feed a child his age. Nina grabbed a potholder from a peg near the stove and peered into the oven, filling the kitchen with a heady aroma of a family favorite. Chicken and rice bubbled away in a creamy sauce under a golden layer of cheese. Cornbread and biscuits baked on the lower rack. It was rich fare these days. Times had grown mighty lean in the past couple of years, but Nina and her husband raised chickens, and a local dairy farmer had brought Marigold a good block of cheese after she helped with his wife's latest and most difficult baby.

[Marigold Underwood]

I give it another five minutes or so, Mama.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Heavy boots clumped across the back porch and a key turned in the latch as Tobias Underwood let himself in through the kitchen door. He was a solidly built man in his 30s, just over six feet tall, with smooth light brown skin, warm eyes a few shades darker, and a trim beard, which was unusual for a miner. Most of the men who spent their days digging up coal for being ill kept their faces clean shaven on account of the dust. But Tobias was mighty proud of that beard, so he didn't mind the few extra minutes it took to clean. He had an open smile, an infectious laugh, and a kind heart. Of all her cousins, Tobias might be Nina's favorite, at least of the men folk in the family.

[Tobias Underwood]

Mmm, mmm. Something smell good in here. Evening, Nina, Auntie.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

The cheerful greetings stilled on Tobias lips as he caught sight of his Auntie Marigold sitting at the kitchen table with a little white child bouncing on her knee.

[Tobias Underwood]

What the.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Ms. Marigold shot him a look.

[Tobias Underwood]

Heck, what's going on here? Who baby is that?

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What is he doing here?

[Tobias Underwood]

You taking a babysitting, Auntie?

[Marigold Underwood]

No, I am not. And we don't know who he is or where he came from. Somebody left him on my porch like they dump a stray kitten.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Tobias eyed the two women, Auntie Marigold sitting calmly at the kitchen table playing peek a boo with a napkin to entertain their unexpected visitor, his cousin Nina pulling plates and cups down from the cabinets and setting them on the countertop as if the only thing she had to worry about was was an extra place setting at the supper table tonight.

[Tobias Underwood]

And y' all don't find that now bit suspicious?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Nina favored him with a look that suggested he just asked if they knew that water was wet.

[Marigold Underwood]

Well, of course it's suspicious, Tobias, but what do you expect us to do, just leave him out there in the cold?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Tobias lifted his hands in surrender.

[Tobias Underwood]

Fair enough. What's he got all over him?

[Marigold Underwood]

From what I can tell, it's paint. A very particular kind of paint.

[Tobias Underwood]

Can you get it off him?

[Marigold Underwood]

I can, but I think we'll leave it where it is just now. I'll take a closer look after supper. We'll have to be careful if we want to remove it safely.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Tobias knelt down and peered at the strange symbols painted on the boy's skin. The child gazed back at him curiously out of clear green eyes. He frowned up at Miss Marigold.

[Tobias Underwood]

That's some hoodoo shit, ain't it?

[Marigold Underwood]

Don't buy us Underwood.

[Tobias Underwood]

Sorry, sorry, Auntie. Hoodoo stuff.

[Marigold Underwood]

And in front of this child I ought to wash your mouth out with soap. But to answer your question, and you know I don't like it when you call it that. Yes, it looks like somebody's worked a curse on this boy.

[Tobias Underwood]

Can you help him?

[Marigold Underwood]

I think so, but I need some time to look at it. You can do more harm than good if you not careful.

[Tobias Underwood]

And then what? What are we supposed to do with him? You know whoever left him here only done it to cause trouble.

[Marigold Underwood]

I do know. Thank you, Tobias.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

If this were a simple case of child abandonment, you might think they'd go to the police. But the sheriff of Bauer county was no friend of black folks in general. It had long been rumored that he was part of a certain fraternal organ, fond of running around in bed sheets looking like fools. Nor the Underwoods in particular. If they reported their fine, they'd just be accused of kidnapping the boy and arrested. Or worse. Those Underwoods up on Oak Mountain are stealing white babies, was the kind of rumor that could get folks killed. This situation alone was dangerous enough, but the unusual symbols painted on the boy told Ms. Marigold that this was more than just the latest in a long history of attempts to run them off their land.

[Marigold Underwood]

I have some ideas, but right now it's time for supper. Run down to the cellar and fetch me one of those old high chairs out of storage before you get cleaned up, would you?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Tobias knew that tone of voice. Auntie Marigold had a plan, that much was clear, but she wasn't gonna discuss it till she was good and ready. He'd just have to trust her, which wasn't hard in spite of his worry. In his experience, Marigold Underwood was rarely wrong and usually operating about five steps ahead of everyone around her. So he went downstairs and rooted around the storage room, a space filled with trunks of children's clothes, old cribs, toys, and all manner of things that would get passed to the younger generations of the Underwood as the need arose and returned to the basement when they were outgrown. The room was neat and well organized, and it didn't take him long to locate a sturdy high chair that had no doubt served countless dinners to Nina and her siblings when they were babies. He dusted it off with a cleaning rag hung on a peg near the door and took it up to the kitchen before heading back to the bathroom to get cleaned up. By the time he returned, the table had been set and Nina was dishon fragrant scoops of supper onto Auntie Marigold rose patterned dinner plates. The little blond boy had been settled into the high chair with a bowl of cereal, and Nina set a frosty pitcher of sweet tea out on a folded towel, and she and Tobias took their places at the table. Ms. Marigold said Grace, and for the moment everyone let the matter of their current predicament drop. They talked about Tobias's day at the mines and the most interesting articles in the local newspapers, which Nina brought by for her mother every morning. Then the conversation turned to the beating heart of small town life gossip who'd been on the prayer board at church and who'd been absent from services on Sunday, whose children were getting married and who was having babies when everyone had eaten their fill and Nina had given up fussing at her mama that she should eat more. Tobias volunteered to do the washing up, and Ms. Marigold was free to turn her attention to the problem at hand. She asked Nina to heat water to fill the tub and then went to the narrow room off the pantry that she used as her workroom, peering at shelves full of dried herbs and fresh ones hung up on pegs and put a few things she thought she might need in a small basket. She pulled down a few jars of dried herbs and added a couple of spoonfuls of each to a clean cheesecloth tea bag, which she tied tight at the top. She went back through the pantry, pulling a few items from those shelves and added a good knife from the block in the kitchen. She looped the basket over one narrow wrist, gently pulled the baby up out of the high chair, and headed for the bathroom.

[Marigold Underwood]

Mama, you need help with anything else?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Nina called as she passed through the living room.

[Marigold Underwood]

No, baby, I'm fine. You put your feet up. I can take care of this young man.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

In truth, Ms. Marigold didn't want Nina or Tobias anywhere near when she started taking this hex off the boy. She hadn't wanted to alarm them, but she had a hunch that the runes inscribed on the child's body were, at least in part, some sort of spell of containment. They had been meant to suppress something, she couldn't tell what, but paint was an odd choice for this sort of working, although she'd intimated to Tobias and Nina it would be difficult to remove and thus require extra care. In point of fact, she thought she could wipe the stuff off with a wash rag and some warm water. Why would someone choose a method so ephemeral if there was something about the boy that required that sort of preventive measure? She suspected she was not going to like the answer. Ms. Marigold set the boy down on a fresh towel on the bathroom floor by the big claw foot tub. Then she began adding the various items she tucked into her basket. It was mostly simple stuff white vinegar, salt, fresh peppermint leaves, a bit of baking soda. Next came seven cloves of garlic, which she mashed a bit with the knife handle before dropping them into the tub. Finally, she added the tea bag she filled with herbs from her workroom. She said a simple prayer while she stirred the mixture together gently with her hand and let the herbs steep for a few minutes while the water cooled to a temperature she judged suitable for the little one. She asked the Lord to guide her hands to help her cleanse and purify this innocent child. Then she picked up the baby and gently settled him into the tub. With watching his reaction, Ms. Marigold wasn't overly prone to superstition, but a tiny little part of her had worried the boy might start screaming at the touch of the blessed water. But no. In fact, he seemed delighted at the fizzing concoction wrought by the combination of vinegar and baking soda. He smiled and burbled away like any other baby. Seven times she scooped up handfuls of water in her cupped hands and gently poured them over the boy's head. Rubbish. Reciting the scriptures. All the while he giggled and splashed. Then she grabbed a bar of soap and gently began scrubbing the paint from his skin. It took some time to get all the paint off, and the little one began to tire of this new game. As Marigold worked to remove the last of the stain from between his toes, she noticed the boy's attention seemed to be caught by something. He stared into a corner of the room at, well, nothing really. All Marigold could see over there was a little peg. She hung her robe on when she took her own baths. But the child seemed to see something, and as she watched, he turned his head curiously and reached out a hand. The temperature of the room dropped. The hairs on the back of Ms. Marigold's neck rose. She heard a low whining sound, which began to grow louder.

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[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Uh, no sir, she said sternly as she grabbed the boy's hand and stilled his tiny, flexing fingers. The little one stared up at her with wide eyes for a long, frozen moment, and then he giggled and the strange noise was gone and the warmth rushed back into the room, and Marigold let out a shaking breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

[Marigold Underwood]

Well, all right then. That's fine. I guess we know what to do now, don't we?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

She said to the cheerful, good natured, very happy, and very dangerous little boy. A few hours later, after she and Nina and Tobias had taken turns entertaining the child until he was well and truly worn out, Ms. Marigold settled him into one of her grandbaby's old cribs and tucked a blanket around his sleeping form. And then she and Nina got to work. It took hours, and by the end of it both of them were exhausted. Ms. Marigold's head ached, but the binding would hold. It would be far more stable than the painted working someone had placed upon him, probably the folks in the car they'd seen on the road when he appeared on their doorstep. But all spells erode over time. A working needs to be fed, to be sustained. They wouldn't be able to do it. The child couldn't stay here. That would be too dangerous for everyone involved. But Marigold knew someone who might be able to take the boy in. So in spite of the late hours, she picked up the phone and dialed some old friends. There was a woman over in Kentucky who occasionally took in foundlings with special challenges. She had a kind heart, and moreover, she owed Marigold Underwood a favor or two. She said she'd be happy to take the child, but she didn't drive, so Marigold would have to see to the travel arrangements, and that was fine. She made another call to some folks down in Tennessee she'd worked with a time or two. They were only too happy to help. By lunchtime the next day, the mysterious, nameless child was gone, packed off in the arms of people Ms. Marigold knew would see him safely on to a new life, and all trace of his presence had been removed, the old crib and high chair returned to storage, the bathtub scrubbed, the tools and materials of their working cleansed and tucked away. It had been a long night and a busy morning, and Marigold and her daughter had just settled into the rocking chairs on the front porch with a couple glasses of lemonade and some pimento cheese sandwiches when a long black Cadillac turned slowly up the drive. The two women sat up straight as the driver pulled to a stop by the porch and the windows Rolled down, they could see there were three white people in the car, two men up front and a woman in back. Marigold called out to them.

[Marigold Underwood]

Afternoon. Can I help y'? All? You lost?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

The woman leaned toward the back window and smiled out at them. She was pretty. Beautiful, even. But her eyes were cold and her teeth looked sharp. There was something unsettling about her, a darkness that Marigold could sense lurking beneath the polished surface.

[Polly Barrow]

Yes, maybe you could. We're looking for the Underwood house. We were told their house is on the left side of the road after you turn down this road, but there's nothing there. These mountain roads, so many twists and turns and old hunting trails. And you know men, they hate to ask for directions. Could you kindly point the way?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Hmm.

[Marigold Underwood]

Underwood. Underwood. Was that that family lived halfway up the mountain? It might be, but it's been years, and those folks moved on ages ago. I heard they was headed up Chicago Bay. Anyway, they been gone a long time. There's no Underwoods round these parts anymore.

[Polly Barrow]

Miss, are you certain? We have it on very good authority that the man we're looking for, Tobias Underwood, to be specific, lives on oak Mountain Road.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Ms. Marigold shook her head and smiled.

[Marigold Underwood]

I'm sorry. Seems like somebody's giving you bad information. Ma', am. I know everybody on this mountain, and there's no one by that name. Are you sure it wasn't Mountain Oak Road. Now, that one's about eight miles back in the other direction.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

The woman in the car ground her teeth, but she kept the smile plastered on her face.

[Polly Barrow]

Well, that's unfortunate for us then, isn't it? In that case, if you could point the way, it would be a tremendous help. We seem to have gotten a bit turned around.

[Marigold Underwood]

Oh, surely. You just turn left out the drive there and go about half a mile. Then you'll come to another road that turns off to your left by an old barn. Take that turn and then drive another mile or so and you'll come to a T intersection. Just turn right there and it'll take you back to the highway directly.

[Polly Barrow]

Thank you, Mr. Crane.

[Marigold Underwood]

Shall we?

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Ms. Marigold gave them a little wave, and the two women watched as the fancy car wound its way down the road and out of sight.

[Marigold Underwood]

Do you know who those people were, Mama? They gave me the shivers. Those were not people, baby. I don't know them, but I know who they are. Did you notice that Pennsylvania license plate? I bet you a dollar they from B and L. I think we know who been causing all this mischief round these paws lately.

[Narrator (Storytelling voice)]

Marigold Underwood settled back in her rocking chair and sipped her lemonade and nibbled at her sandwich. She was pretty sure she knew why that baby had been left on their doorstep. And she had a feeling other folks around Bauer county had met the little fella in recent weeks, folks who'd been trying to organize the workers at the mines owned by Barrow and locked, just like her nephew. She didn't know the people in the Cadillac, but she knew they were trouble. They would have to be dealt with.

[Tobias Underwood (Singing voice)]

There is a curse upon my every waking break.

[Narrator/Host]

Oh no, it's not done. On the next Spook, the Grand Finale, Old Gods of Appalachia. If you like what you've heard, you can listen to the complete podcast. Many more characters, many more places, many more monsters on your favorite podcast app. Old Godzilla Palacha is a production of Deep Nerd Media, written and produced by Cam Collins and Steve Schell. Narrated by Steve Schell the voice of Granny Underwood was Stephanie Hickling Beckman, the voice of Nina Jennings was Shaspeare Irvine, the voice of tobias Underwood was D.J. rogers, and the voice of Polly Barrow was Tracy Johnston Crumb. To learn more about the show, visit oldgodsofappalachia.com and wherever you run, whatever you're running from, please do remember to never, ever, ever, never turn out the lights. Sam.