The Hill That Moved at Night on Old Foster Road

In the winter of 2007, on a dead-end gravel lane called Old Foster Road outside the town of Bellamy, New Hampshire, a woman named Cora Brant began seeing something impossible: a low hill, no more than thirty feet tall, that changed position between dusk and dawn. She kept a log of its movements, photographing it from her porch, watching it inch closer over the course of four weeks. By the time I met her, in late January, she had stopped sleeping. The hill was close enough now that she could hear it breathing — a slow, dry rumble beneath the frost. I went up there three times. This is what I saw with my own eyes, and what I heard from inside her house on the last night before she left. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #OldFosterRoad #BellamyNewHampshire #HillThatMoved #CoraBrant #Winter2007 #ImpossibleGeography #BreathingEarth #SlowHorror #AtmosphericHorror #LunaNarrates #StandaloneEpisode #SoloNarration #PodcastHorror #NewEnglandHorror #DonationSegment Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo