EPISODE · May 29, 2026 · 7 MIN
The Tree That Counted Footsteps on Proctor Road
from Tracks in the Snow — Fexingo Horror · host Fexingo
Luna recalls a winter night in the small town of Proctor, New Hampshire, when the snow told a story no one wanted to hear. A local woman named Ellen Marsh called the county dispatcher to report a single set of footprints circling her house for hours—never approaching, never leaving, just pacing. When Luna arrived, the tracks were precise, deliberate, and unbroken by any visible source. The snow was fresh. The wind was still. And the footsteps kept appearing, one after another, as if something invisible was wearing a path around the house. Ellen's nine-year-old son Caleb had been counting them from the window—two hundred and forty-seven, he said, before he stopped. The rest of the night was spent trying not to look at the tree line, where the tracks seemed to originate, and where the snow refused to fall. A quiet, slow-burn episode about attention, isolation, and the weight of being watched by something that never tires. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #ProctorNewHampshire #EllenMarsh #CalebMarsh #ProctorRoad #SnowTracks #Pacing #BeingWatched #NightShift #Dispatcher #Footprints #InvisiblePresence #WinterHorror #SoloNarration #LunaReads #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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Luna recalls a winter night in the small town of Proctor, New Hampshire, when the snow told a story no one wanted to hear. A local woman named Ellen Marsh called the county dispatcher to report a single set of footprints circling her house for hours—never approaching, never leaving, just pacing. When Luna arrived, the tracks were precise, deliberate, and unbroken by any visible source. The snow was fresh. The wind was still. And the footsteps kept appearing, one after another, as if something invisible was wearing a path around the house. Ellen's nine-year-old son Caleb had been counting them from the window—two hundred and forty-seven, he said, before he stopped. The rest of the night was spent trying not to look at the tree line, where the tracks seemed to originate, and where the snow refused to fall. A quiet, slow-burn episode about attention, isolation, and the weight of being watched by something that never tires. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #ProctorNewHampshire #EllenMarsh #CalebMarsh #ProctorRoad #SnowTracks #Pacing #BeingWatched #NightShift #Dispatcher #Footprints #InvisiblePresence #WinterHorror #SoloNarration #LunaReads #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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