The Man Who Left a Hole in the Wall

It's October 1997 at the Iron Skillet Diner outside Red Bluff, Indiana. I worked the 3-to-11 shift, and he came in every night for two weeks — a man in a gray suit, no name, no car. He ordered black coffee and left a quarter on the counter. Not a tip. A quarter, placed precisely. I thought it was a quirk, a nervous habit. Then I found the hole he'd been staring at in the wall. Inside: a dried chrysanthemum, a lock of hair, and a note in faint pencil. 'She was here on the third.' I never saw him again. But the night he stopped coming, the phone rang at 4 AM. No one spoke. Just breathing. And the smell of chrysanthemums drifting through the receiver. #TheIronSkilletDiner #RedBluffIndiana #October1997 #TheManInTheGraySuit #ANoteInTheWall #DriedChrysanthemum #LockOfHair #BlackCoffeeAndAQuarter #4AMPhoneCall #BreathingOnTheLine #SmellOfFlowers #WaitressNarrated #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Unsettling #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo