The Handprint on the Window at Red Wing Mill

In the winter of 2022, Luna drove past the abandoned Red Wing Mill outside Stillwater, Minnesota, on the night of the first hard freeze. The mill had been closed for thirty years, a place local kids dared each other to touch the walls. Luna had heard the stories—a night watchman named Hollister who vanished in the 1990s, leaving only his thermos of coffee and a single muddy footprint on the concrete floor. But what she saw through the grime of the mill's office window was not a footprint. It was a handprint, pressed from the inside, fingers splayed wide, smaller than a man's, with a wedding ring still visible in the impression. The glass was cold. The handprint was warm. And when she wiped her own hand against it, the fingers of the print shifted—slowly, deliberately—as if someone on the other side was pressing back. Over the course of fifteen minutes, Luna watches the print change position, grow clearer, then fade, then reappear at the bottom of the glass, palm flat, as if pleading. She never enters the mill. But she drives home with the shape of that hand burned into her memory, and for weeks afterward, she finds herself pressing her own hand against windows in her house, waiting to see if she can feel anything on the other side. This is a story about the loneliness of being locked inside a cold place, and the desperation of a hand that nobody will reach back for. #RedWingMill #StillwaterMinnesota #Winter2022 #Handprint #AbandonedMill #NightWatchman #Hollister #ColdWindow #WarmHandprint #Pleading #Loneliness #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SolitaryHorror #MidwestHorror #WindowToNowhere Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo