The Night the Elevator Opened to a Drive-In in Autumn

In the fall of 1987, on a night so cold the frost bit through my coat, the elevator doors slid open onto a drive-in movie theater in a town called Elkhorn, Missouri. I'd never heard of it. The screen flickered with a film I almost recognized, and the gravel lot was half-filled with cars from a decade I couldn't place. I wasn't supposed to be there. But something about the place pulled me in — the smell of popcorn and exhaust, the crackle of the speaker box, the way no one seemed to notice I was walking through their rows. A man in a brown jacket sat alone in a rusted Chevrolet. He wasn't watching the screen. He was watching me. And when I finally looked at the film itself, I understood why he was waiting. The movie wasn't a movie. It was a home movie. And I was in it. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EmptyFloorTwelve #ElevatorHorror #DriveIn #ElkhornMissouri #Autumn #1987 #HomeMovie #FrozenReel #BrownJacket #RustedChevrolet #GravelLot #SpeakerBox #PopcornSmell #VintageTheater #AnalogHorror #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo