The Motel at the Junction of US-191 and Nothing

There's a motel in the high desert of New Mexico where the interstate was supposed to come through but never did. The kind of place where the vacancy sign flickers because nobody cares to fix it. I stayed there one October night in 2002, on a drive from Flagstaff to nowhere in particular. The desk clerk was a man named Edgar who smelled like mothballs and spoke in a way that made me think he hadn't said an unnecessary word in years. He gave me Room 13 without a second thought. But it wasn't the room that was strange. It was the noise that started around midnight—a low, rhythmic thumping from inside the wall behind the headboard. Not a pipe. Not an animal. It had a pattern, like a message. And when I pressed my ear to the plaster, I heard something that made me press the other ear to the door, the window, the floor. The whole motel was alive. And it was trying to tell me something I still haven't figured out how to unhear. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheLongHallway #MotelHorror #NewMexico #US191 #HighDesert #Room13 #EdgarTheClerk #ThumpingNoise #SentientBuilding #Midnight #October #2002 #RoadTrip #Flagstaff #Luna #AloneInTheDesert Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo