The Night the Closet Door Opened on Its Own

It was the summer of 2016, and I was housesitting for my aunt in a sleepy suburb of Bloomington, Indiana. Her house was ordinary—beige siding, a garden gnome by the porch, a spare key under the mat. But the nursery upstairs... that room was never right. The baby furniture was old, the mobile played a tinny lullaby at odd hours, and every night, the closet door would swing open at exactly 2:13 AM. I tried closing it, locked it with a chair, even taped it shut. Nothing worked. Then I started hearing the breathing. Not mine. This is the story of the eight nights I spent in that house, and what I found in the closet on the ninth night. #GoodnightSweetheart #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #BloomingtonIndiana #Housesitting #Nursery #ClosetDoor #Lullaby #Breathing #Summer2016 #CreakingFloorboards #Nightlight #BabyMonitor #Static #Unsettling #AtmosphericHorror #TrueStory Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo