The Night the Light Stayed On at the Tumbleweed Motel

It was late September of 2019, just north of the ghost town of Red Valley, New Mexico. I was on a long haul between jobs, too tired to push further, when I pulled into the Tumbleweed Motel — a place that looked like it had been forgotten since the interstate bypassed it in the seventies. The clerk at the front desk had a name tag that said 'Edward' but didn't speak. He just slid a key across the counter — Room 8. The room smelled of bleach and dust. The television only got static. Around three in the morning, I woke to the sound of the empty room next door playing a song on a piano. Not a recording. Live. Someone was playing the same four bars over and over, a melody that felt like it was trying to remember itself. I pressed my ear to the wall, and the playing stopped. Then the knocking began — not on the door, but on the wall I was leaning against. Three knocks. Then three more. Then countless, until the plaster began to crack. When I finally ran out to the parking lot, I saw that every other room was dark, boarded up, and had been for years. The only room with a light on was mine. And the piano was still playing — now coming from inside my own room. #TumbleweedMotel #RedValley #NewMexico #Room8 #PianoMelody #LateSeptember #GhostTown #MotelHorror #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #WhisperLines #4Bars #StaticTV #EdwardTheClerk #CrackedWall #LongHaul #Unresolved #TelephoneHorror #SwitchboardGhosts Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo