The Roadhouse on Lost Creek Highway

On a humid August night in 2017, I drove through the Arkansas Ozarks and stopped at a roadhouse that wasn't on any map. The gravel lot was full of trucks, but the windows were dark. Inside, the jukebox played a song I'd never heard, and the bartender knew my order before I spoke. The other patrons—if you could call them that—watched me with eyes that reflected no light. I stayed because my car wouldn't start, but the real reason was that I couldn't leave. This is what I saw in the hour between last call and first light, and why I still dream about the smell of burnt sugar and wet asphalt. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheRecommendedTab #Luna #Roadhouse #LostCreekHighway #ArkansasOzarks #AugustNight #Jukebox #Bartender #StrangeTown #NoEscape #FolkHorror #LiminalSpace #SouthernGothic #HollowEyes #BurntSugar #WetAsphalt Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo