The Hollow at Sundown Station

In the late summer of 1987, a stretch of Kansas highway between Hoxie and Oakley began swallowing cars whole. Not crashing them—vanishing them, with drivers still inside. Luna heard about it from a county sheriff's deputy who pulled over to help her with a flat tire one dusk in August. He told her about the woman in the blue sedan who stopped for gas at Sundown Station and was never seen again. About the tow truck driver who found the car idling on the shoulder, door open, engine warm, nobody inside. About the sound that came from the grain elevator at midnight—not wind, not machinery, but something that breathed. Luna drove that stretch herself the next night. She doesn't remember the next three hours. She only remembers waking up in her parked car at a rest stop, the clock blinking 3:17 AM, and a thin layer of red dust on her dashboard that wasn't there before. This is the story of what the highway remembers. #SundownStation #KansasHighway #RedDust #GrainElevator #CountySheriff #FlatTire #BlueSedan #Vanishing #1987 #AugustDusk #Hoxie #Oakley #PlainsHorror #LonelyPlains #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaNarrates #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo