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  • The Woman Who Watched the Pines on Draper Road

    The Woman Who Watched the Pines on Draper Road
    2026/06/06
    In the autumn of 2019, near the forgotten town of Marrow, Georgia, a stretch of Draper Road wound through pine forest so dense it swallowed headlights by four in the afternoon. Luna heard about a woman who lived alone in a rusted single-wide at the dead end — a woman who claimed the pines moved when you weren't looking. Not a ghost story told over beer. A quiet, documented obsession that began with a missing dog and ended with something stepping out of the treeline. Luna pieces together what the woman wrote in her notebooks, what the sheriff's report left out, and what the dogs found three days later. No easy answers. Just a cold spot on the shoulder and the sense that the forest has a memory. Based on a deposition filed with the Marrow County clerk's office in November of that year. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheWomanWhoWatchedThePines #MarrowGeorgia #DraperRoad #PineForest #MissingDog #Notebooks #Treeline #AutumnHorror #Unsettling #Atmospheric #Surveillance #MarrowCounty #SheriffReport #SlowBurn #Luna #PlagueDoctorsRound Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Last Patient at the Bone-Setter's on Prickly Pear Lane

    The Last Patient at the Bone-Setter's on Prickly Pear Lane
    2026/06/05
    October of 1987. Luna's father took her to a bone-setter on the outskirts of a dying Texas town, a man who worked out of a tin-roofed shed behind his house. He had an old leather chair and a way of pressing his thumbs into a person's joints until the bones made a sound like a door opening. He told her father she had a 'break that hadn't happened yet'—a hairline fracture in her collarbone that no X-ray had ever caught. The next day, the bone-setter's house was empty. The chair was gone. The shed smelled like wet ash. Thirty years later, Luna found a photograph of him in a county historical society—his face crossed out with black ink, and a note on the back in her father's handwriting: 'He knew which bones would break before they broke.' She tells the story of that visit, and the things she has since come to understand about the man who looked at her like she was a map of future grief. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #TexasHorror #BoneSetter #1987 #PricklyPearLane #SmallTownHorror #AppalachianHorror #SouthernGothic #Unsettling #DarkFolklore #TrueStoryVibes #RuralNightmare #TheLastPatient #BoneBreak #FutureGrief #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Night the Ward Held Its Breath at St. Dymphna's

    The Night the Ward Held Its Breath at St. Dymphna's
    2026/06/04
    November 1988. A locked psychiatric ward in a small-town Catholic hospital. Luna's aunt worked the night shift there, and after she died, Luna found a taped confession in a shoebox under the bed. This is what the tape said—about the patient in Room 17 who never spoke, the orderlies who lasted less than a week, and the three nights when the lights flickered in sequence. No one ever explained why the door to the old chapel was warm to the touch, or why the security log stopped at 2:14 AM on the third night. A story about silence, the things that fill it, and the last night the ward held its breath. #StDymphnas #PsychiatricWard #CatholicHospital #1988 #TapeRecording #Room17 #NightShift #UnspeakingPatient #FlickeringLights #WarmDoor #Chapel #Silence #Orderlies #Confession #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Whistling Man at the Last Bus Stop on Skinners Lane

    The Whistling Man at the Last Bus Stop on Skinners Lane
    2026/06/03
    November 1998. A cold fog settled over the last bus stop on Skinners Lane in Barlow County. Luna was waiting for the 11:07 that never came. Instead, an old man in a long coat sat down beside her, humming a tune she almost recognized. He didn't speak — just whistled, softly, between his teeth. The fog grew thicker. The streetlights flickered. And when she finally looked at his face, she understood why the drivers never stopped here after dark. A slow-burn encounter with something that wears a voice like a borrowed coat. No gore. Just the hollow feeling of sitting next to a stranger who isn't quite finished being human. #BarlowCounty #SkinnersLane #NovemberFog #WhistlingMan #BusStop #LunaStory #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FogHorror #SmallTownSecrets #Encounter #QuietDread #Unsettling #NightBus #ColdAir #FamiliarTune Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 分
  • The Wait at the Greyhound Station in Dunmore County

    The Wait at the Greyhound Station in Dunmore County
    2026/06/02
    It was the summer of 2002, and I was stranded overnight at the Greyhound station in Dunmore County, Virginia—a place that looked like it had been forgotten by the schedule itself. The only other person was a woman in a green coat who never bought a ticket, who watched the doors with a stillness that didn't belong to waiting. She told me about the bus that comes at 3:33 a.m., the one that doesn't stop for passengers, only for the ones who've been waiting longest. I stayed until dawn, and I still don't know if she was real or if I was the one being waited for. This is a story about liminal spaces, about the people who haunt transit hubs, and about the thin line between waiting and being forgotten. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #GreyhoundStation #DunmoreCounty #BusStationHorror #3_33am #GreenCoat #LiminalSpace #TransitHorror #Stranded #Summer2002 #Waiting #Forgotten #LunaReads #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 分
  • The Locked Room at the Cider House Inn in Millbrook

    The Locked Room at the Cider House Inn in Millbrook
    2026/06/01
    When a young man disappears from a locked room at a historic inn in Millbrook, Vermont, his mother asks Luna to investigate. The innkeeper's stories of a guest who never checked out—and the persistent smell of woodsmoke and apples from a room that hasn't held a fire in decades—lead Luna to a hidden door in the cellar, where she finds a journal that ends mid-sentence, and a pair of boots still warm by a cold hearth. A quiet, unresolved story about the places we leave behind and the doors we don't know we've opened. #CiderHouseInn #MillbrookVermont #lockedroom #coldhearth #hiddencellar #oldjournal #guestbook #woodsmoke #apples #february #midnight #winterhorror #disappearance #smalltowntales #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #folklore Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Night the Bells Tolled in Cold Spring Hollow

    The Night the Bells Tolled in Cold Spring Hollow
    2026/05/31
    December 1987. A narrow valley in the Ozarks where the church bells haven't rung in thirty years. Luna's grandmother told her about Cold Spring Hollow as a child—a place where the bells toll on their own, always at the witching hour, always three times. When a family emergency brings Luna to the hollow for the first time, she learns the bells are not a ghost story. They are a summons. And the ones who answer are not the dead. This episode is a slow-burn meditation on inherited dread, the weight of silence, and what it means to hear something that has been waiting for you your whole life. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #ColdSpringHollow #Ozarks #ChurchBells #WitchingHour #InheritedDread #Summons #December1987 #Grandmother #FamilyCurse #Silence #BellTower #RuralHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 分
  • The Night the Well Sang in Telford Basin

    The Night the Well Sang in Telford Basin
    2026/05/30
    Summer 1979. A slow evening at the Telford Basin pump station, where I worked the night shift. The well had been dry for years — until it started singing. Not a mechanical sound. Not water. A voice, rising from six hundred feet down, calling out names one by one. I checked the logbook. Every name matched a missing person from the county, going back decades. When it called mine, I understood why the previous operator left his boots by the door and walked into the desert. This is what I heard. This is why I never went back. #TelfordBasin #PumpStation #SingingWell #DesertHorror #MissingPersons #1970s #NightShift #WaterTower #AnzaBorrego #DryWell #CallingNames #Logbook #Operator #Boots #DesertWalk #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分