Bound in Black — Fexingo Horror

July 1999. The Sunshine Laundromat on Route 9 in Hadlow, Ohio, stays open until midnight. I was nineteen, broke, and washing every piece of fabric I owned in a single machine because the apartment complex's basement had flooded. The laundromat was almost empty—just me, an old man reading a newspaper folded into quarters, and the dryers. But there was a vent in the back wall, behind the folding tables, that I swear was not there when I walked in. It started as a draft—a cold, thin stream of air that smelled of damp earth and something metallic. Then I heard the sound. Not the machines. A voice, thin and far away, like it was being pulled through a long pipe. It said my name. Not 'hey you' or 'miss'—my full name, the one I never told anyone in Hadlow. And then the vent began to pulse. Not with air. With light. A low, greenish glow that flickered in time with the words it kept repeating. I never found out what was on the other side of that wall. But I know now that some doors don't have handles. Some doors are just holes, waiting for you to lean close enough to fall in. #SunshineLaundromat #Route9 #HadlowOhio #TheVent #July1999 #LaundromatHorror #MidnightShift #ColdDraft #GreenLight #VoiceFromTheWall #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #LunaReads #SmallTownHorror #UnsettlingEncounter Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a night in November 1994 when she took a wrong turn onto a dirt road off Route 17 in the pine barrens of western Georgia. The road didn't appear on any map, and the house at its end wasn't supposed to be there. What she found inside—a single room, a single chair, a single photograph—has stayed with her ever since. This is a story about the roads we aren't meant to find, and the things that wait for us at the end of them. Recorded live at the Fexingo Horror podcast network. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Route17 #GeorgiaPineBarrens #DirtRoad #LostHighway #November1994 #AbandonedHouse #Photograph #SingleChair #RoadHorror #WrongTurn #NoMap #PineBarrens #SouthernGothic #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

August 1987. A quiet street in Corinth, Mississippi. Luna was eleven, sitting on the front porch of a house that belonged to a woman named Elsbeth. She remembers the heat, the cicadas, the way Elsbeth's rocking chair never stopped. She remembers the girl who came to the door at dusk — barefoot, wearing a sundress that was too thin for the season. The girl didn't speak. She pointed down the street, toward the overgrown lot where the old oak tree used to stand. And Elsbeth said, 'She comes every night now. She won't stop until someone follows.' Luna didn't follow. But she watched from the porch as the girl walked back into the dark, and she has never forgotten the sound of her feet on the gravel — not crunching, but silent, like they didn't touch the ground at all. A story about what it means to see something you cannot unsee, and the weight of choosing not to act. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Luna #SouthernGothic #Mississippi #Elsbeth #MorningsideDrive #Porch #Sundress #Barefoot #Cicadas #OakTree #OvergrownLot #ChildhoodMemory #Witness #SilentFootsteps Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

An old woman on Procter Road tells Luna about the well behind her house—the one that was sealed in 1987 after three children went missing. She says she still hears them singing at night, their voices rising from underground, asking for a rope. Luna visits the well, and what she finds there makes her understand why the woman never sleeps with the windows open. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Well #MissingChildren #ProcterRoad #1987 #SmallTown #LunaNarrates #FolkHorror #SouthernGothic #Unsettling #Atmospheric #TrueStory #WellWater #Singing #Rope #Window Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1998, the old St. Catherine's Church on the outskirts of Melling, Virginia, was being deconsecrated. The building was sold to a developer who planned to turn it into a boutique hotel, but one thing held up the sale: the stained-glass rose window over the altar. No one could explain why the window showed a figure that didn't match any saint in the church's records. Luna's grandmother was the parish secretary in 1998, and she kept a journal of the weeks before the demolition crew arrived. What she wrote about the window — and about the man who came to see it every night — stayed locked in a metal box until after her funeral. This is that story. It's about what the window showed, who the man was, and why the glass had to be removed in complete darkness. #StCatherinesChurch #MellingVirginia #StainedGlass #RoseWindow #1998 #Deconsecration #ParishRecords #NightVisitor #GrandmotherJournal #WrongSaint #VanishingFigure #Demolition #LunaStory #WinterHorror #SmallTown #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1999, Luna's cousin took a caretaker job at a boarded-up mission outside Ellery, Illinois — a place the locals called the Bell Church, because of the sound it made at night. The priest had vanished. The furnace kept cutting out. And every hour, on the hour, the tower bell rang without anyone in the belfry. This is the story of what she found in the basement, and what she heard when she finally climbed those stairs. No ghosts. No possession. Just a sound that shouldn't have been there — and a silence that lasted too long afterward. #StAgathasMission #ElleryIllinois #BellChurch #CaretakerStory #Winter1999 #EmptyBelfry #UncannySound #BasementDoor #FrozenGround #MissingPriest #HourlyBell #Listeners #SmallTownHorror #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recounts a humid summer night in 1996 when her friend Clara found a waterlogged diary bobbing against the reeds of Lost Lake, just outside the sleepy town of Stillwater. The entries were not written by anyone Clara recognized — but they described her childhood home in unsettling detail, including events that had not yet happened. What began as a curious artifact became a nightly compulsion to read aloud, until Clara began to hear her own voice echoing back from the lake at dusk. A story about words that refuse to stay on the page, the hollow loneliness of a small-town summer, and the quiet dread of being written down by someone you cannot see. No monsters. No gore. Just a girl, a notebook, and the creeping certainty that she was not the only one reading. #LostLake #Stillwater #1996 #OldDiary #SummerDread #LakeAtDusk #Clara #VoicesFromWater #WrittenInBlood #SmallTownHorror #Echoes #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #SoloNarrated #NoGore #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1997, the Galaxy Arcade on Miner Street in Elkhart, Indiana, was the only place where kids could escape the heat and their parents' fights. But for Danny Croft, it became a trap. The arcade had a machine that no one remembered ordering—a cabinet with no logo, no instructions, just a single button and a screen that showed your reflection. When Danny started playing, the game didn't ask for his quarter. It asked for his attention. And when he looked away, it took something else. Luna pieces together what happened to Danny from the fragments left behind—a torn T-shirt, a frozen screen, and a 911 call that lasted seventeen seconds. This is a story about the games we play, and the ones that play us back. It's quiet, it's sad, and it will make you check your reflection. Because sometimes, the machine is watching you. And sometimes, it's been watching you all along. #ElkhartIndiana #GalaxyArcade #MinerStreet #DannyCroft #1997 #ArcadeGame #ReflectionHorror #MissingPerson #Summer1997 #BenevolentHorror #ParanormalArcade #UncannyValley #TheGameThatWatches #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #LunaReads #TrueStory Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1997, a highway surveyor named Dwayne Kettering found an iron lockbox bolted to the floor of an abandoned gristmill on River Road outside Harlow, Ohio. The mill had been sealed for decades, its waterwheel choked with ivy, but the lockbox was clean — no rust, no dust, as if someone had wiped it that morning. Inside was a single photograph and a child's mitten. Dwayne was not the first to find it. Others had come before him, drawn by word of mouth or by dreams, each leaving something of themselves behind. The mill remembered them all. This is a story about a place that keeps things — not out of malice, but because it cannot forget. And about what happens when you take something that was never meant to leave. #Lockbox #OldMill #RiverRoad #HarlowOhio #DwayneKettering #Photograph #Mitten #Autumn1997 #AbandonedPlace #HauntedObject #MillWhisper #IronBox #Waterwheel #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #LunaReads #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1994, a young woman named Ellie took a temporary job at the county assessor's office in Millbrook, Tennessee, filing property cards for a new digital system. One card kept crossing her desk — a quarter-acre parcel on Red Clay Road, tax-exempt since 1945, owner listed only as 'Estate of H. Voss,' no deed on file, no building permit, no survey. The assessor told her not to worry about it, that the card was a ghost. But Ellie was thorough, and she started asking questions. She drove out to Red Clay Road one evening in late August, when the kudzu was thick and the light went orange through the dust. She found the property marker at the end of a dirt track, a pin in the ground, exactly where the card said it would be. And she found something else — something the county had been paying taxes on for fifty years without ever acknowledging. This is the story of what Ellie saw that evening, and why she left her job without giving notice. It's about the gap between what is recorded and what is real, and the slow, careful work of noticing things that were never meant to be found. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #RedClayRoad #MillbrookTennessee #Surveyor #H.Voss #CountyAssessor #PropertyCard #Kudzu #Summer1994 #TaxExempt #Unquiet #Boundary #SurveyPin #Parcel44 #EstateOfHVoss #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1999, on a scorching July night, the Grayson County Fairgrounds on Holloway Road became a trap for twelve-year-old Maya Porter. She found a locket in the dirt near the Tilt-A-Whirl, engraved with the name Clara. When she snapped it open, a woman's voice spoke inside her head, whispering a name—Henry—over and over. That night, Maya learned that some lost things do not want to be found. They want you to find what they lost. The story unravels through the mothman flyers stapled to telephone poles, the rusted gear that jammed the Ferris wheel, and the white dress that nobody else could see. Luna read this account from a leather-bound book whose spine had been repaired with black thread. She closes the cover with the sense that some promises outlast the people who make them. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #HollowayRoad #GraysonCounty #Fairgrounds #Locket #Clara #Henry #LostAndFound #1999 #July #TiltAWhirl #FerrisWheel #Mothman #WhiteDress #SummerHorror #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1998, a woman named Wren rented the last house on Gifford Lane — a dead-end street in a town called Millford that wasn't on any map. The house had a burial plot in the backyard. Not a pet cemetery. Not a family plot. One single plot, freshly dug, with a headstone that read only 'Wren'. She told herself it was a sick joke. But the soil kept settling. Every morning, the grave was deeper. The town librarian said the land remembers what you owe it. By August, Wren started planning her own funeral. She wasn't afraid. She was practical. That's the part that stays with me — how calmly she measured the length of the hole. How she said, 'It's not for me. It's for what I was hiding.' I didn't ask. I didn't want to know. But I still think about her voice on the phone that last night. She said, 'The plot is ready. I can hear it breathing.' Then the line went dead. The phone company said that number was disconnected in 1972. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #GiffordLane #Millford #1998 #Wren #BurialPlot #Grave #Headstone #Librarian #LandMemory #DeadEndStreet #PhoneCall #Disconnected #SummerHorror #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1998, Luna's aunt inherited a saltbox house on Old State Road in Stilwell, Kansas. The property came with a locked root cellar. Inside: a hand-carved cradle, its wood blackened by time, and a bundle of letters tied with a white ribbon. The letters were addressed to a woman who had not lived in the house for seventy years. The cradle rocked on its own, gently, whenever Luna stood near it. She read the letters aloud, one by one, until the rocking stopped. Then the letters began to change. The handwriting shifted, the ink grew fresh, and the final page bore a warning written in a child's trembling hand. Luna left the house that night, but the cradle followed her — not physically, but in dreams, and in the creak of floorboards where no floorboards exist. #TheCradleAtTheSaltboxHouse #OldStateRoad #StilwellKansas #RootCellar #HandCarvedCradle #Autumn1998 #LettersTiedWithWhiteRibbon #HauntedCradle #GhostChild #FamilyInheritance #SaltboxHouse #BurningTheLetters #LunaNarrated #SoloNarration #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #BoundInBlack Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1992, Luna's aunt hired her to strip wallpaper from a vacant Victorian on Elm Street in Red Clay, Tennessee. The house had been empty for years, but the master bedroom's wallpaper was still pristine—pale green with silver vines that seemed to move in peripheral vision. At night, Luna heard scratching from inside the walls, and in the morning, the wallpaper had regrown where she'd peeled it. The owner, an old woman named Mrs. Merriwether, visited once and whispered that the paper was 'keeping something in.' Luna finished the job and left, but the silver vines still bloom in her dreams, and she wonders what happens now that the room is bare. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Wallpaper #RedClayTennessee #VictorianHouse #1992 #MerriwetherHouse #SilverVines #RenovationHorror #EmptyHouse #ScratchingWalls #SomethingInTheWalls #LunaNarrates #SoloHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SouthernGothic #UnsettlingDreams Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the fall of 1992, on a dead-end road outside of Shiloh, Indiana, a woman named Ellen Hartley bought an upright piano at a foreclosure auction for forty dollars. It was out of tune, scratched, and missing three keys... but it played. Every night, at exactly 11:37 PM, it would play a single song on its own — a slow, minor-key waltz that Ellen had never heard before. She tried everything: unplugging the lamp near it, covering the keys, even calling in a priest. Nothing stopped the music. But the worst part wasn't the playing itself. It was what happened when she tried to find out who had owned the piano before her — a family named Covington, who had lived on Hemlock Lane sixty years ago, and whose youngest daughter, Alice, had been locked in a root cellar for playing the piano after midnight. This episode is a quiet, creeping ghost story about inherited grief, a house that remembers, and the sound of a song that was never meant to be heard again. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Piano #GhostStory #HemlockLane #ShilohIndiana #AliceCovington #EllenHartley #Foreclosure #UprightPiano #MidnightMusic #RootCellar #InheritedGrief #CreepingDread #SmallTownHorror #Atmospheric #1992 #CovingtonHouse Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

April 1992, a Tuesday just before midnight. Luna's cousin Carla took a shortcut over Foster's Crossing Bridge on her bike and never made it home. The railing on that bridge had been loose for years—everyone knew it—but the town never fixed it. They found her bike crumpled against the concrete abutment downstream, but the body they pulled from the river three days later wasn't Carla. Or maybe it was. Luna leads us through a quiet, devastated Kentucky town where a family waits for a daughter who keeps walking the same bridge at night, her footsteps exactly twenty-two seconds apart, every hour, on the hour. This is a story about the space between what we know and what we can't bear to know. About a railing that was always going to give way. And about the sound of wet sneakers on asphalt, long after the river should have taken her somewhere else. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #FostersCrossing #Bridge #Kentucky #Carla #Drowning #River #BodyDouble #Grief #SmallTown #Unresolved #Footsteps #Midnight #April1992 #WhatComesBack #LiminalSpace Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1985. A thirty-year-old levee on Dry Creek, three miles outside of Mercer, Ohio. No one had seen water in that creekbed since 1972. But in the ninth month of that year, people started hearing something at night—a low, rhythmic thumping, like a pulse, coming from inside the earth. Luna talks to a retired county surveyor named Harlan Pierce, who was the first to notice the water mark on the levee. Not a water mark from rain. A water mark from below, climbing the concrete in steady, measured bands. He measured it every night for two weeks. The water rose an inch each night, exactly at midnight. Then stopped. Then the thumping started. This is a story about what you find when you dig, what you hear when you press your ear to the ground, and why some things are better left unmeasured. It is also a story about Harlan Pierce, who has not slept in his own bed since that September, and who now spends his nights in a lawn chair on the levee, with a flashlight and a tape measure, waiting for the next inch. #DryCreek #MercerOhio #TheLevee #HarlanPierce #1985 #September #WaterRising #Thumping #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #LunaReads #SmallTownHorror #InfrastructureHorror #SurveyorTape #MidnightRise #CountyRoadHorror #ListenToTheGround Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It was the summer of 1998 when Luna's mother took a temp job at the historic Rutherford County Courthouse in Millbrook, a sleepy town where nothing ever happened. But the courthouse had a basement—a sub-basement, really—that no one talked about. Luna was twelve that year, old enough to wander the hallways after school, young enough to still believe adults knew what they were doing. It started with a skeleton key found in a forgotten desk drawer, a key that fit a door she'd never noticed before. Beyond that door was a room that had been sealed for fifty years, a room where the air was cold and the walls were covered in names. Luna learned that sometimes a building holds a secret so heavy that even the foundation groans under the weight. This is the story of what she saw in the room at the end of the key, and what she found carved into the floor. Some doors stay unlocked because someone is waiting on the other side. #SkeletonKey #RutherfordCountyCourthouse #Millbrook #Basement #SealedRoom #1998 #Summer1998 #Luna #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SmallTownHorror #FamilySecrets #NamesOnTheWall #EpisodicHorror #MotherDaughter #Memory #UnresolvedEnding Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

November 1995. A woman in a rented house on Sycamore Street in Harlow, Ohio, begins to notice that her wardrobe is not quite what it seems. It is an old piece, left behind by the previous tenant, and it has a peculiar way of rearranging her clothes. But it is not the clothes that unsettle her—it is the fact that the wardrobe seems to be keeping something for her, something she is not ready to see. She tries to ignore it, but the wardrobe persists, and eventually she finds what it has been hiding. Told in a hushed, reflective tone, this episode explores the quiet horror of inheritance and the things we carry without knowing. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #BoundInBlack #TheWardrobeOnSycamoreStreet #HarlowOhio #November1995 #RentedHouse #OldFurniture #Clothes #Mourning #Inheritance #Grief #LeftBehind #SomethingInTheCloset #DarkSecret #FamilyHistory #Unsettling Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1998, a woman named Iris moved into a small house on Winding Creek Road, just outside the town of Meridian. She had inherited the property from an uncle she barely remembered, a man who had spent his life as the town's gravedigger. The garden out back was overgrown with roses, their petals the color of dried blood. They bloomed even after the first frost. Iris thought nothing of it until she started digging. Each shovel of soil brought up something she could not explain—buttons, hair, teeth, all buried in neat rows beneath the roses. The deeper she dug, the more she found, and the more the roses seemed to watch her from the window. Luna tells the story of what Iris uncovered, and what the garden was trying to grow. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Gravedigger #WindingCreekRoad #Meridian #Roses #BuriedSecrets #Autumn #1998 #Inheritance #Garden #Digging #Teeth #Buttons #Uncle #Cemetery #SlowBurnHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In October 1991, a county road worker named Ellis Cutter spent his nights repairing a single iron bridge on a dead-end road outside Jasper, Ohio. The bridge had no official name, but locals called it the Counting Bridge because of the sound it made at night — a rhythmic tapping, like someone walking across with a metal-capped cane. Ellis didn't believe the stories until he found a ledger hidden beneath the trestle, filled with names and dates. The last entry was his own, written in his handwriting, dated two weeks before he was born. #CountingBridge #EllisCutter #JasperOhio #IronBridge #Ledger #Trestle #NightWork #October1991 #CountyRoad #DeadEnd #RhythmicTapping #Cane #UnwrittenName #Predestination #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror #StandaloneStory #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1993, a stretch of Flint Road in the town of Litchfield, Missouri collapsed into a sinkhole. Luna's aunt lived at the end of that road, and she would tell stories about the hole deepening long after the rains stopped. The night Luna's cousin Tommy disappeared, she went looking for him with a flashlight and a rope. What she found in the sinkhole was not a boy, but something that had been waiting for the ground to open. This is a story about what the earth gives back, and what it keeps. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Sinkhole #FlintRoad #LitchfieldMissouri #Summer1993 #Disappearance #Earth #CousinTommy #Flashlight #Rope #Underground #Waiting #Missouri #SmallTown #TrueStory #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1987, on a dead-end road outside the small town of Elkhorn, there was a well that had no water. Luna's grandmother told her about it one hot July evening, her voice dry as the dust on the porch. She said the well was dug by a man named Harlan Procter, who built it not for water but for something he found in his field. Every night after that, Luna would lie awake, listening to the crickets, wondering what Harlan had put down there. And whether it was still down there. Because the well never filled with water—but sometimes, if you stood at the edge just before dawn, you could hear a sound like breathing. This is the story of the well on Procter Road, and what Luna's grandmother never told her until the night before she died. #Elkhorn #ProcterRoad #TheWell #HarlanProcter #1987 #GrandmothersStory #BreathingFromBelow #DryWell #FamilySecrets #RusticHorror #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #HushedDread #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #StandaloneEpisode Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

After her grandmother's death, Luna inherits a set of old wind chimes that seem to hum with a voice not carried by the wind. She brings them to her apartment in a small Ohio town, and soon discovers that they don't just ring—they remember. Every breeze pulls fragments of a life that isn't hers, and every silence feels like someone holding their breath. But the chimes won't stop, and neither will the footsteps that start in her hallway at 2:47 AM. A story about inheritance, grief, and the sound of something that refuses to be forgotten. #WindChimes #MarigoldLane #LunaNarrates #InheritedHorror #GriefAndSound #SmallTownOhio #HauntedObject #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Paranormal #SoundHorror #NightSounds #HomeInvasion #Legacy #GhostStory #UnresolvedEnding Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1998, a night-shift orderly at Mercy General Hospital in Millbrook, New York discovers that the abandoned fourth-floor ward isn't as empty as it should be. The door to Room 409 is locked from the inside — has been for years — but every night at 2:47 AM, someone knocks. Three knocks, always three. The orderly learns the name of the last patient kept there, and what she whispered to the walls before she died. A story about what hospitals hide in their oldest wings, and what waits behind a door that should never be opened. #MercyGeneralHospital #MillbrookNewYork #Room409 #TheLockedWard #Winter1998 #NightShiftOrderly #ThreeKnocks #PatientZero #ElizabethCrane #HospitalHorror #AbandonedWard #TheKnocking #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2017, I spent a week house-sitting for my aunt in the small town of Millington, New York. The property sat at the top of Ashworth Hill, a long gravel drive that curved through a stand of old maples. The house itself was unremarkable—white clapboard, blue shutters, a screened porch that groaned in the wind. But at the peak of the roof, there was a copper weathervane shaped like a rooster. It had been there as long as anyone could remember, and no one thought much of it. Until the night I noticed the rooster was always facing my bedroom window, no matter which way the wind blew. I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was a trick of the light, a loose pivot, a gust that kept it turned my way. But the weathervane didn't just point—it watched. And when the wind died completely, and the rooster still creaked around to follow me, I began to understand that some things are not made to measure the wind. They are made to measure us. This is the story of that week, and what I saw from the window on the last night. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Weathervane #AshworthHill #MillingtonNewYork #CopperRooster #HouseSitting #AutumnHorror #SmallTown #OldFarmhouse #Watched #RoosterAtNight #Windless #CreakingMetal #BedroomWindow #CountryHorror #LunaReads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1987. A dirt road outside the small town of Marrow, Ohio. Luna's cousin Jenna moves into a farmhouse she inherited from a grandmother she never knew. The house is clean, quiet, and wrong. The first night, Jenna hears footsteps in the attic at exactly 3:17 AM. She finds nothing. The second night, she wakes to find the kitchen faucet running—hot water, though she never turned it on. By the third night, she starts seeing a woman in a blue dress standing at the end of the hallway, always just out of focus. Luna visits to help, but the house knows her name. This is a story about inheritance, the weight of blood, and the things that wait for us to come home. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BitterCreekRoad #MarrowOhio #Jenna #BlueDressWoman #FarmhouseHorror #Inheritance #AtticFootsteps #KitchenFaucet #317AM #FamilyCurse #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #StandaloneEpisode #Episode17 Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1987, Luna's cousin Ellie moved to the small town of Raven's Fall, Vermont, chasing a fresh start. But the house she rented came with a secret: a massive old oak tree in the backyard, its branches scarred with rope burns and its roots tangled with rusted shackles. Local legend said it was the Hangman's Tree, a relic from the town's grim past, but Ellie dismissed it as superstition—until she began hearing the creak of rope at night, finding nooses neatly coiled on her porch, and catching glimpses of a figure standing motionless beneath the leaves. Luna visits Ellie after a frantic phone call, hoping to help, but what she finds in the tree's shadow changes her understanding of history, memory, and the weight of unfinished business. This is a story about the places we inherit, the stories we refuse to believe, and the kind of patience that outlasts a human lifetime. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HangmansTree #HemlockLane #RavensFallVermont #EllieCoyle #TheOakTree #OldRopeBurns #Autumn1987 #SmallTownSecrets #UnfinishedBusiness #LunaNarrates #AtmosphericHorror #HauntedTree #CreakingRope #Noose #StandaloneEpisode Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Stillwater Crossing is a narrow iron bridge on a back road outside Vermillion Falls, Iowa, that no one uses after dark. But in the autumn of 2019, a woman named Ellen drove across it at three in the morning and met the bridge keeper. He was tall and thin, dressed in a dark suit, and he stood in the middle of the road holding a lantern that burned blue. He didn't move. He just watched her. She told me about it later, her hands trembling around a cup of coffee, and I listened because something in her voice made me believe every word. This episode is about what happens when you stop on a bridge at the wrong hour, when the water below is black and quiet, and when someone steps out of the fog to ask a question you can't answer without breaking something inside you. It's about the weight of choice and the things we carry across borders we didn't know existed. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StillwaterCrossing #VermillionFalls #BridgeKeeper #BlueLantern #Autumn2019 #IowaHorror #RuralHorror #Fog #MidnightEncounter #Ellen #TheQuestion #CrossingOver #IronBridge #Lantern #ReturnTicket Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1997, on a quiet street in the town of Merridale, an old man named Elias Croft kept a ledger in his basement. Every month, he wrote down the name of someone in the neighborhood, and within a week, that person would die. Luna remembers the year she lived across from him, the way the light stayed on in his basement window, and the night she found the ledger open to a page with her own name written in fresh ink. This is not a ghost story. It is not a monster story. It is the story of a man who thought he was keeping the universe balanced, and what he was willing to sacrifice to keep his books straight. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #AnthologyHorror #TheTallymansLedger #BirchLane #Merridale #SmallTownHorror #EliasCroft #LedgerOfDeath #Autumn1997 #NeighborhoodHorror #Suspense #SlowBurn #PsychologicalHorror #Supernatural #EverydayHorror #FateVsFreeWill Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 2018, a church bell in the abandoned St. Agnes Chapel on Old County Road began to ring at exactly 3:37 AM every night. No one lived within five miles. No wind strong enough. The mechanism had been removed decades ago. I drove out there one Tuesday in February, not to investigate—I don't do that anymore—but because my grandmother used to tell me stories about St. Agnes, and I wanted to see for myself if the bell still hung. It did. But it wasn't the bell that kept me there. It was the light in the tower window. And the sound of someone breathing on the other side of the locked door. This is a story about silence, and what happens when it breaks. #StAgnesChapel #OldCountyRoad #Bell #Winter2018 #February #337AM #AbandonedChurch #TowerLight #Breathing #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Silence #Grandmother #Stories #Unresolved #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2019, a man named Arthur appeared on my front porch in Wisteria Falls, Oregon, wearing a gray suit and carrying a leather briefcase. He had no memory of who he was or where he came from—only the address of an empty lot on Magnolia Avenue. As I helped him retrace his steps, we encountered a town that had collectively forgotten him, a shopkeeper who sold him a watch he never picked up, and a photograph that showed a family that didn't exist. The deeper we dug, the more Arthur seemed to be slipping away, not into memory, but into the space between his own thoughts. This episode is about the weight of a forgotten life, the kindness of strangers, and what happens when a person is slowly erased from the world. No violence, no gore—just the quiet horror of being unmade. #WisteriaFalls #MagnoliaAvenue #Arthur #TheForgottenMan #EmptyLot #PocketWatch #Graysuit #Autumn #Oregon #MemoryLoss #IdentityCrisis #Erased #DisappearingAct #QuietHorror #PsychologicalHorror #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1987. A dry summer in the small town of Stillwater, Ohio. The wells are running low, and the town council has started rationing water. Luna remembers the summer her friend Sarah’s grandmother started talking about the well at the end of Tabor Lane — the one that had been capped and sealed for forty years. No one in town could remember why. That summer, Sarah’s grandmother started leaving the house at night, walking barefoot down the lane. And the water from the taps began to taste like rust and something else. Something sweet. Something that made you dream of dark water and a voice calling from below. A story about what we do when we are thirsty, and what is thirsty for us. #TheWellAtTheEndOfTaborLane #StillwaterOhio #September1987 #SarahEllis #GrandmotherEllis #TheThirst #TaborLane #CappedWell #Drought #Rationing #DarkWater #SmallTownHorror #FolkHorror #WellHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #BoundInBlack #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1987. On a rain-soaked stretch of State Route 17 in eastern Ohio, just past the faded sign for Grissom's Bend, the last gas station before fifty miles of dark highway sat empty for a decade. But every night at 1:47 AM, the fluorescents flicker on. A man in a green oil-stained jacket pumps fuel that smells like wet copper. He doesn't speak. He doesn't blink. Luna heard about this place from a trucker named Cal, who pulled in one night and left with a receipt that read 'PAID IN FULL — 10:47 PM, September 12, 1977.' Ten years to the day before he stopped there. This is the story of what Cal saw through the station's grimy windows, and what followed him home in the back of his cab. #GrissomsBend #StateRoute17 #TheStation #CalHarkness #September1987 #GasStationHorror #LoomingDread #TimeLoop #Receipt #CopperSmell #FlickeringLights #TruckerStory #EmptyRoads #EasternOhio #NightShift #TheManInGreen #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #BookHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2008, Luna drove through the dying town of Meridian, Nebraska, where the grain elevators had stood silent for years. But that night, they began to hum. She met an old farmer named Harlan who told her about the contract his grandfather signed in 1933—a deal with something that lived in the deep silos. Now it wanted payment, and it had found a voice. Luna stayed at the Meridian Motor Inn, and from her window she watched the silos glow. This is a story about the weight of old bargains, the hunger of dry places, and the sound a town makes when it's about to be forgotten. Not a ghost story. Something older. Something that feeds on silence. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #MeridianNebraska #SiloSong #CornBeltHorror #Autumn2008 #HarlanMoss #CountyRoad12 #HarvestDeal #EmptyTown #GrainElevator #HummingSilos #ContractHorror #RuralDread #PrairieGothic #OldVoices #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2019, a woman named Cora arrives in the small town of Sparrow Creek, Pennsylvania, after her husband's sudden death. She rents a cabin at the edge of a dried-up creek bed, hoping for solitude. But the cabin's previous occupant left something behind—a leather journal filled with precise, unsettling drawings of mourners. Each drawing is dated, and each date corresponds to a death in the town's records. Cora dismisses it as morbid coincidence until she finds a blank page with her own name written at the top. She begins to suspect the journal is not a record of grief, but a keeper of it—a place where sorrow is stored, and once written, cannot be unwritten. The episode follows Cora's slow unraveling as she tries to understand the journal's purpose, leading to a quiet, unresolved confrontation with the weight of her own loss. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GriefKeeper #SparrowCreek #Pennsylvania #LeatherJournal #Mourners #Cora #Autumn #Cabin #DriedCreek #UnsettlingArt #DeathDates #MorbidCuriosity #SlowBurn #EmotionalHorror #Loss #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2019, Luna's aunt sends her to a sleepy Virginia town to appraise an antique dollhouse found in an attic. The house on Mulberry Lane is quiet, the client a grieving widow named Mrs. Herron. But the dollhouse is not what it seems — it is a perfect replica of the real house, down to the dust on the banister. As Luna inspects the tiny rooms, she finds details that shouldn't be there: a child's scribble on a wall, a door that doesn't match the blueprints, and a single, impossibly small toy soldier that was not in the house when it was built. The longer she stays, the more she feels she is being watched from inside the miniature windows. Her tape measure gives wrong readings, her fingers chill against the cold wood, and she begins to suspect the dollhouse isn't a model of the house — it is the original, and the house around her is the copy. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #Dollhouse #Virginia #MulberryLane #Miniatures #Grief #MrsHerron #Antique #Attic #Unsettling #Dread #Supernatural #Copycat #Possession #Twist #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 2008, my cousin Lena drove home alone from her waitressing shift at 2 a.m. on a straight stretch of Route 9 outside Clarion, Ohio. She saw a woman in a white dress standing by a broken-down car, and she stopped. That was her first mistake. The woman didn't speak, just pointed down the road. Every time Lena looked back in the rearview, the woman was closer. But the road kept curving, and the curve didn't end. By dawn, Lena was found asleep in her car in a field, three counties away, with a strand of coarse, gray thread wrapped around her wrist. She's never been able to cut it off. It's still there, tighter than it should be, and sometimes at night, she says, she hears a faint whispering in the car, even when she's parked in her driveway. This is the story of what waits on roads that should never be driven alone. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Route9 #ClarionOhio #NightSpinner #GrayThread #Lena #Waitressing #Summer2008 #BrokenDownCar #WhiteDress #RearviewMirror #UnendingRoad #SleepDriving #Whispering #WristThread #LunarHorror #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 2017, a young couple named Beth and Caleb rented a farmhouse on Old Plank Road outside the dying town of Meridian, Kansas. The property was cheap for a reason — the realtor warned them about the well in the backyard, sealed with concrete and iron, and the strange, sweet smell that came from it on humid nights. But they needed a fresh start, and they didn't listen. Luna tells the story of what lived in that well, how it spoke to Beth in a voice that sounded like her own mother, and the night the concrete began to crack. This is a slow, suffocating story about longing and the things that answer when you call. No jump scares. Just a well, a farmhouse, and a woman who refused to leave. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #FictionalPodcast #Anthology #OldPlankRoad #MeridianKansas #TheWell #FarmhouseHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #BethAndCaleb #FamiliarVoice #SweetSmell #ConcreteSeal #Summer2017 #LunaReads #LongingAndLoss #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1998, a man named Carl Sutter checked into the Aster Motel on Route 9 outside Millbrook, New York. He was a traveling salesman, nothing remarkable, but he stayed in Room 12 for three nights and never complained about the damp. The motel had a reputation for mildew, for a smell that clung to your clothes, but Carl didn't seem to mind. When the maid found him on the fourth morning, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, staring at the far wall, his lips moving without sound. He was still breathing, but his eyes were the color of old pennies, and his skin had the texture of something that had been underwater for a long time. This is the story of what happened to Carl Sutter in that room, and why the motel owner finally boarded it up, and why, on certain damp nights, you can still hear a faint dripping from behind the nailed-shut door. #AsterMotel #CarlSutter #Route9 #MillbrookNewYork #Room12 #DrowningRoom #MotelHorror #WaterHorror #Dampness #Mildew #1998 #AutumnHorror #LonelyRoads #TravelingSalesman #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #AtmosphericHorror #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a night in October 2019, when a detour on a dirt road in Canaan, New Hampshire, led her to a wrought-iron gate that shouldn't have been there. The gate stood alone in a field of dead grass, no fence attached, but someone had been visiting it regularly. A plastic bag of salt, a rusted key left in the lock, and a name spoken into the dark — Eleanor Vance, died 1932. Luna turned the key. She won't tell you what happened after, only that the gate is gone now, and that she still dreams of the smell of wet stone and the sound of a woman's laugh where no woman should be. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #DyerHollowRoad #CanaanNewHampshire #WroughtIronGate #EleanorVance #October2019 #Detour #DirtRoad #SaltBag #RustedKey #DeadGrassField #WetStone #WomanLaughing #Unsettling #NightDrive #PodcastAnthology #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2008, Luna worked a short-lived night shift at Lakeview Rest, a nursing home in the fading mill town of Northpoint, New Hampshire. The job was meant to be quiet—check vitals, dispense meds, sit with the ones who couldn't sleep. But one patient, a woman named Edith, never slept. She sat upright every night at 2:47 AM, staring at a blank wall where a window had been painted over decades ago. Luna tried to ignore her, then tried to understand her whispered warnings: 'They're coming through the floor.' By the third week, Luna started hearing it too—a wet, rhythmic scraping from the basement, growing louder each night. This is the story of what she found under the linoleum, and why she left without giving notice. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #NursingHome #NorthpointNewHampshire #LakeviewRest #Edith #TheBasement #Autumn2008 #NightShift #Whispers #Scraping #Linoleum #FoundInTheBasement #DontLookDown #PaintedWindow #TheFloorIsThin #VitalsCheck #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

When Luna was a child in the summer of 1996, she found a music box buried in the dirt under an old elm tree on Elm Street in Barrow, Maine. It played a song no one could place, and after she dug it up, strange things began happening in her house. Doors opened by themselves, her mother's voice called her from empty rooms, and her father started forgetting things. When she finally tried to return the box, she found the tree was gone, replaced by a freshly dug grave with her name on the headstone. Years later, visiting Barrow as an adult, she learns Elm Street never had elm trees, and the box is still in her childhood bedroom, playing its tune on its own. #MusicBox #BarrowMaine #ElmStreet #ChildhoodHorror #Summer1996 #BuriedSecret #UncannySong #MemoryAndForgetting #Grave #FamilyCurse #SmallTown #NewEnglandGothic #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #BoundInBlack #LunaReads #Storytelling #BookHorror #LibraryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo