The Night the Radio Picked Up the Dead at Chiriaco Summit

It was August, the hottest on record, when my car died just past Chiriaco Summit on I-10. The heat shimmer made the asphalt look liquid. I walked to the only light for miles — a gas station with a flickering sign and a payphone that rang every time I got close. The man inside, old and sunburnt, told me the calls were for me. They always were. He said the tower out back wasn't for cell service — it was for them. The ones who died on this stretch and never found their way home. I listened to the voicemails. They knew my name. They knew why I was out here. And now, every night, my own radio crackles with voices I've never heard, telling me to come back to the summit. This is a story about heat, and static, and the thin line between the living and the dead. #ChiriacoSummit #I10 #deserthorror #payphone #AMradio #voicemailfromthedead #static #grief #liminalspace #gasstation #MojaveDesert #SummerHeat #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MojaveStatic #Anthology #paranormal Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo