The Door at Fletcher's Night Market

November 2022, just off Route 17 in the pine flats west of Monroeville. The Fletcher family had run a night market out of a converted tobacco barn for three generations—trinkets, preserves, cheap antiques under buzzing fluorescents. I stopped because my headlights caught a hand-painted sign: 'OPEN TILL DAWN.' Inside, the air smelled of cedar and cold iron. An old woman named Ruth Fletcher sat behind a card table with a ledger and a brass bell. She told me about the door in the back—the one without a handle, the one that only appeared after midnight. She said her grandmother built the market around it, not the other way around. What she showed me that night was not a door. It was a wound that remembered how to breathe. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #DoorsWeDontOpen #RuthFletcher #FletchersNightMarket #Route17 #Monroeville #TobaccoBarn #BrassBell #Ledger #TheHandlelessDoor #PineFlats #Midnight #CedarAndIron #GrandmothersSecret #NightMarket #AnthologyHorror #QuietDread Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo