The Last Call on Hosanna Road

October 2007. A payphone rings at a deserted rest stop outside Harmony, Ohio — a stretch of Highway 67 locals call Hosanna Road. I was driving through that night, trying to make it to Cleveland before the rain hit. The phone kept ringing as I filled my tank, and when I answered, a woman's voice said my name. She told me she was at the bottom of a quarry three miles east, that she'd been calling for seven years, and that the phone only rings for people who are about to disappear. I stayed on the line for forty-seven minutes. When I hung up, the rain had stopped, and the asphalt was covered in something that looked like wet sand, but smelled like iron. I drove away and never stopped checking my rearview mirror. I still dream about her voice — not the words, but the way the air in the receiver went cold, like breathing through a pipe that led straight down into black water. This is what I remember. #HarmonyOhio #HosannaRoad #payphone #reststop #quarry #Highway67 #October2007 #disappeared #coldcall #sevenyears #iron #wet sand #rearviewmirror #nightdrive #solitude #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheDeepQuiet Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo