🎙️💀 NOW BROADCASTING from the moss-rattled rafters of East Bellmont’s own Steamboat Dispatch Press, where the panthers once paced and Number Five Road still whispers your name on cold nights — comes a tale that ought not be told, but must.

📻 🦴 THE COFFIN BENEATH CAMP JACK 🦴➡️ A new episode of Winds of W Mountain📅 From the mold-crusted issue of WEIRD TALES, Sept. 1923✍️ By Mordecai Vilecreek (who vanished after the final draft was mailed)

🪦 There’s a reason the canoe don’t drift past Camp Jack no more.
Some say the water’s too still. Others say it isn’t water at all, not anymore.
Ain’t just Evelyn Nesbit and her poor boy who saw it twitchin’ in the deep.
Now it’s callin’ again.

🕯️ WHAT YOU’LL HEAR (if you dare):

• The Wendigo Clan’s cement-laden punishment ritual 👁️

• A child’s voice calling from the lake bottom 🌕

• A cigarette case, slick with a slime no biology permits

• Rites that should have rotted but remembered

• And a whisper: “It’s inside the coffin.”

  
  

⚠️ Cautionary Advisory:
This podcast may induce involuntary recollections of unpermitted dreams, ancestral dread, and the echo of small, wet hands tapping from beneath the rowboat. Listeners are advised to avoid lakes, silence, and children who hum backwards.

🎧 Best consumed at twilight — alone — beside still water.

💬 “A whisperin’ horror with the cadence of a funeral bell.” — The Bellmont Bugler💬 “Haints? Nah. This here’s worse.” — Asa Pike (deceased?)

🪓 Hashtag It Before It Finds You:

#CoffinBeneathCampJack
#WindsOfWMountain
#SteamboatDispatchPress
#WendigoWhispers
#ChateaugayLakeWon’tForget
#ChateaugayLakeHorror

🎧 Available wherever spectral transmissions may be received (and promptly regretted).

👀 The coffin stirs.
🎙️ Tune in. Let it remember you.