The Night the Holloway House Found Me

October 2019. A dead-end road in central Ohio. I drove past the Holloway House every day for a week before I noticed it was always the same time — 3:15 AM — and always the same woman in the upstairs window. She never moved. She never blinked. The second time I saw her, I pulled over. The third time, I walked up the porch steps. The house was supposed to be empty, had been empty since the 1980s. But the front door was unlocked, and inside the air was warm, and the dust on the floor had footprints that were not my own. This is not a story about ghosts. It is a story about a house that learned to wait. And about the night I learned that some doors only open when you are already inside. #LighthouseLogs #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowayHouse #Ohio #SmallTownHorror #AbandonedHouse #WomanInTheWindow #FiveNights #3AM #CreepyEncounter #UnsettlingStory #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #LunaHorror #TrueHorrorStory #HouseHorror #SlowBurn #MaritimeHorror #NauticalTales Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo