The Night the Man at the Counter Knew My Name

Somewhere in the deadlands of eastern Colorado, I got off a bus that should not have stopped. The station was a single fluorescent tube buzzing over a cracked linoleum floor, and the man behind the counter knew my name before I said it. He knew the name of the town I was running from. He knew the date. He asked if I was ready to stop running. This is what happened in the hour between the last bus out and the first light of a morning that never came. A story about the weight of being seen, about the kind of knowing that feels like a debt finally called due. Set in a roadside diner that doubles as a Greyhound stop in a town called Buell, Colorado, in late October of a year I don't like to remember. #LastBusOutOfTown #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #BuellColorado #GreyhoundStation #DinerHorror #SmallTownTerror #TheManAtTheCounter #KnowingYourName #RunningFromHome #DebtAndReckoning #FluorescentLight #OctoberHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #NarratedHorror #PodcastHorror #BusHorror #NightBus Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo