The Fence at the Spring Creek Burying Ground

November of 1987. A cold Tuesday night on a gravel road south of Oberlin, Kansas. Luna stops at the Spring Creek Burying Ground to check on an old iron fence her great-uncle helped build. What she finds is a man in a canvas coat, kneeling at a grave that shouldn't be there. He isn't digging. He isn't praying. He is driving a fence post into the frozen ground, one inch at a time, by hand. The clang of the hammer carries flat across the prairie. And when she calls out to him, he turns. But his face doesn't move with his body. This is a story about fences and what they keep in. About a name chiseled into a stone that nobody in town remembers burying. About the sound of iron on iron, ringing through the dark, long after the hammer stops. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LonelyPlains #SpringCreekBuryingGround #OberlinKansas #ironfence #graveyard #fencepost #hammering #frozenground #November #1987 #greatuncle #canvascoat #unmarkedgrave #prairie #dread #slowburn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo