The Door at Hargrave's Five-and-Dime

October 1998, just past midnight, in the rust-belt town of Merridan, Ohio. I was nineteen, working the graveyard shift at Hargrave's Five-and-Dime, a store that smelled of dust and wintergreen and hadn't been remodeled since 1972. The door wasn't for customers—it was a steel fire door at the back of the stockroom, painted a flat, oppressive black, with a handle that was always cold. I'd been told never to open it. But that night, a woman came in looking for something she'd lost, and her eyes kept pulling toward that door like a magnet. She didn't ask about it—she just stared. And when I finally looked through the security camera feed, I saw that the door was cracked open a quarter of an inch. I hadn't opened it. I hadn't touched it. But someone—or something—had. #HargravesFiveAndDime #MerridanOhio #FireDoor #Stockroom #MidnightShift #October1998 #LostAndFound #SecurityCamera #TheBlackDoor #WintergreenSmell #ClerksLament #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #RoomsWeDontOpen #Episode76 #LunaNarrates #AnthologyHorror #SmallTownHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo