The Stillness at Moss Hollow

Luna recounts a night in late October 2019 when she stopped at a roadside fruit stand outside the tiny town of Moss Hollow, West Virginia. The woman running it, Vera, had eyes that seemed to look through her and a smile that didn't touch them. Luna bought a jar of honey she never opened, and Vera told her about the things that crept down from the ridge when the fog settled. Luna thought she was humoring a lonely old woman until she drove home and saw the tracks in her driveway—not animal, not human. Now she can't forget the soft sound Vera made when she said goodbye, a kind of low hum that vibrated in Luna's chest long after the car pulled away. This is a story about a threshold you can't unsee, and the price of knowing what lives on the other side. #HollerTales #MossHollow #WestVirginia #Roadsideencounter #Appalachianhorror #Fruitstand #Vera #Honeyjar #Fog #Ridgetracks #Threshold #Unsettling #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #October #Dusk #Solonarrated #FolkHorror #MountainStories Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo