The Draft at the Moth and the Lantern on Copper Creek

It’s late October, just past midnight, and the Moth and the Lantern diner on Copper Creek Road is mostly empty. I’m nursing cold coffee in a back booth, trying to finish a letter I’ll never send, when the door opens and a woman walks in—drenched, shivering, wearing a dress that might have been white once. She sits at the counter, orders nothing, and starts talking to me without turning around. She tells me about the house at the end of Juniper Lane, about the closet door that would not stay shut, about the man who built it, about the thing that answered when she called his name. I wrote down everything she said, and I’ve been trying to forget it ever since. This is what she told me. This is the draft I never sent. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #InboxZero #TheDraftAtTheMothAndTheLanternOnCopperCreek #CopperCreek #JuniperLane #TheMothAndTheLantern #MidnightDiner #October #ClosetDoor #Whispering #DryRot #HouseOnJuniperLane #StandaloneEpisode #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo