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Deep in the hollers of Lee County, Virginia, folks still whisper about a creature that ain’t quite dead, and ain’t rightly alive neither. They call her Calla, the Skin That Walks, a vengeful boo hag who sheds her skin at night and prowls the ridgelines, huntin’ for the warmth she lost long ago.

In this Appalachian ghost tale, told in the voice of an older mountain woman who’s seen too much and speaks just soft enough to chill your bones, we learn that Calla weren’t always a monster. Once she was flesh and heart and sorrow, till betrayal and witchcraft bound her to the dark.

Now, when the moon rises full and red, the wind carries her breath across the valley, and any poor soul foolish enough to cross her path might just wake to find their skin missin’.

Sit close to the fire, child, and don’t you dare fall asleep ‘fore this story’s done.

‘Cause The Skin That Walks ain’t just a tale.

It’s a warnin’.

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