Plague Doctor's Round — Fexingo Horror

December 1996. A minor car accident on an icy road outside Verona, Ohio. Luna waits in the empty clinic's waiting room while the doctor examines her father. The clock on the wall ticks too slowly. A woman in a grey coat sits across from her, perfectly still, reading a magazine that never turns a page. The receptionist left at six. The doctor hasn't come out. And the woman starts to speak — not to Luna, but to someone who isn't there. Luna realizes she's the only one who can hear her. And the woman has been waiting a very long time indeed. A story about the thin membrane between the waiting and the waited-for, and what happens when you accidentally sit on the wrong side of it. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #VeronaOhio #ClinicHorror #WaitingRoom #December1996 #CarAccident #GreyCoatWoman #MagazineThatNeverTurns #GhostStory #IcyRoad #FatherAndDaughter #NightShift #EmptyClinic #Unresolved #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2003, on a back road outside Opelika, Alabama, there was a storefront that sold porcelain dolls. Not the kind you find at antique malls — these were custom, handmade, each one a perfect likeness of someone's lost child. Luna's aunt bought one for her fifth birthday. The doll was beautiful. It had her cousin's face. And then it started crying in the middle of the night — not from a voice box, but like a real child. Luna never forgot that sound. She went back to Tupelo Lane twenty years later, to ask the doll maker one question. She wishes she hadn't. #DollMaker #TupeloLane #OpelikaAlabama #PorcelainDolls #LostChildren #CryingDoll #Autumn2003 #SouthernGothic #SlowBurnHorror #UncannyValley #FamilyCurse #SmallTownSecrets #FolkHorror #RuralAlabama #ThatWhichIsMade #MidnightStories #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A quiet, self-contained encounter from Luna's own past: the autumn she spent in a dying Massachusetts mill town, cataloguing the archives of a church that was about to be demolished. Inside the basement she found a single candle, still burning, in a room that had been sealed for seventy years. The candle never flickered. The candle never went out. The priest who had lit it was still there too, or something that wore his face, sitting in the dark with a patience that predated the building. Luna tells the story of the week she spent trying not to look at it, and the night she finally understood that some prayers are answered exactly as they are spoken. #PlagueDoctorsRound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #CandleThatNeverWentOut #ChurchOfStJude #WhittierFalls #MassachusettsHorror #BasementCandle #SeventyYears #PetitionDenied #FatherMichaels #TheCandle #SealedRoom #PrayerAnswered #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SoloNarrated #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A woman on a solo road trip stops for gas at a dusty station outside Wisteria, Texas, where the attendant warns her not to listen to the wind. She presses on, but the radio begins to play a child's nursery rhyme about a Tick Tock Man, and the road keeps looping back to the same abandoned barn. Stranded and desperate, she follows a sound into the dark—a ticking, like a clock, but slower than any clock should be. What she finds inside is not a man, but a space where time has stopped, and something in the corner is breathing in rhythm. She cannot look away. She cannot leave. And in the morning, when they find her car parked on the shoulder, the engine is still running, but the clock on the dashboard has stopped at 3:33. #WisteriaTexas #TickTockMan #AbandonedBarn #RoadTripHorror #TimeStopped #NurseryRhyme #GasStationAttendant #LoopingRoad #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #LunaTells #FexingoHorror #PodcastHorror #AtmosphericHorror #FolkHorror #TexasHorror #DarkRoads #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1997, the only 24-hour pharmacy in New Carthage was a fluorescent-lit box on the edge of town. Luna's cousin worked the graveyard shift there, and one night in July he called her with a story he couldn't finish over the phone. A woman came in just after midnight, barefoot and dry-mouthed, asking for a prescription that didn't exist. The pharmacist on duty—a man who had worked the counter for thirty years—said she came every single night, same time, same request, same blank look. But that night was different. That night he finally gave her something. And whatever he put in that little white bag... it was not medicine. A slow, intimate story about the shape of a longing that cannot be filled, about a small town where the night shift knows more than it says, and about the thing that waits just behind the last locked door. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthologyHorror #SmallTownHorror #PharmacyHorror #GraveyardShift #NewCarthage #Midnight #Prescription #Loneliness #Longing #TheNightThePharmacyStayedOpen #Episode40 #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #ListenInTheDark Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1999. Three weeks before Halloween, the night stock crew at the Piggly Wiggly in Wolf Creek, Tennessee, started hearing things from the walk-in freezer. Not the compressor. Not the pipes. A sound like fingernails on frost, like someone breathing through a straw of ice. Luna knew the assistant manager, Darren Coyle — a quiet man who wore a hearing aid in his left ear and never told ghost stories. Until that month. Until he started coming in early to stand outside the freezer door with a flashlight, waiting for the hum to change pitch. This is what he heard on the night of October 22nd, when the power flickered and the temperature gauge read thirty below and the door handle was cold enough to burn. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PigglyWiggly #WolfCreekTennessee #WalkInFreezer #NightShift #October1999 #DarrenCoyle #FreezerHum #Frost #ColdStorage #GroceryStoreHorror #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SmallTown #NightStock #HearingAid #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1998, Luna's great-aunt Maeve called her to the old Croft house in Shady Grove, Tennessee. Maeve had been hearing something in the attic—a rhythmic creak, like a rocking chair or a cradle, that started each night at exactly 11:47 PM and stopped precisely at 2:13 AM. She was ninety-two, sharp as a tack, and not given to imagining things. Luna spent three nights in that cold, dusty attic with nothing but a tape recorder and a kerosene lamp. What she recorded isn't something she can explain, but it made her understand why Maeve never had children, and why she never once set foot in that attic after Luna left. This is a story about the weight of family secrets, the sound of something that should not move on its own, and the way a house can remember what the people inside it try to forget. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #CroftHouse #ShadyGroveTennessee #AtticCradle #MaeveCroft #FamilySecrets #RockingCradle #Winter1998 #LunaStory #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Unresolved #HauntingSound #TennesseeWinter #GenerationalTrauma Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Summer of 1997, Haskell County, Oklahoma. The fair came to town every August—the same Ferris wheel, the same funnel cake, the same dusty midway. But that year, a new attraction appeared at the edge of the livestock barn: a fortune-telling booth operated by a silent woman in a mask. Luna's cousin Maybelle went in for a lark. She came out pale, refusing to say what she'd heard. Then the crows began to gather on the power lines. Then they began to speak—in Maybelle's own voice. A story about the things we tell ourselves at night, and what listens. #HaskellCountyFair #FortuneTeller #Crows #Oklahoma #Summer1997 #SmallTown #CarnivalHorror #Birds #Voice #Mirrors #TheMaskedWoman #Midway #FunnelCake #LivestockBarn #Maybelle #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 2018, Luna spent three nights at a crumbling Victorian boarding house in Pendleton, Ohio, cataloguing the belongings of a deceased antique dealer. The house was quiet, dust-choked, and smelled of dried lavender and something sour. On the second night, she noticed the wardrobe in the corner of the bedroom — a towering walnut piece with a warped mirror — seemed to shift when she wasn't looking. She'd turn her head, and the door would be open a crack wider. She'd shut it, and an hour later, it would be ajar again. Then the breathing started. Not hers. A slow, wet inhalation from inside the wardrobe, as if something was sleeping there, waiting for her to stop pretending she didn't hear it. This episode is about what she found when she finally opened the door, and what followed her out of Pendleton. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #TheWardrobe #PendletonOhio #VictorianBoardingHouse #WalnutWardrobe #Breathing #Summer2018 #AntiqueDealer #WarpedMirror #DriedLavender #GasLamp #YellowDress #NoFeet #ThreeNights #LunaAlone #AnthologyHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1987, just outside of Bakersfield, Missouri. Luna's aunt Clara called her to an old Victorian farmhouse she'd inherited from a distant cousin — a woman named Esther Treadwell who had lived alone for forty years and died in her sleep. The house smelled wrong, sweet and thick, and in every room the floorboards were splintered with rose canes — deep red, almost black, with thorns like fishhooks. Clara wanted Luna to help clear the place out before the estate sale. But the roses weren't dead. They were still growing. And they seemed to be reaching for something that wasn't quite there anymore. A story about what it means when a house keeps blooming long after the gardener has gone. Quiet. Intimate. No neat answers. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #PlagueDoctorsRound #TheTreadwellHouse #BakersfieldMissouri #Roses #VictorianFarmhouse #EstherTreadwell #AuntClara #Bloom #Thorns #Grief #Abandoned #October #1987 #SlowBurn #BotanicalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1989, just outside of Ashland, Kentucky. Luna's great-aunt Edie called her at 3 AM with a single sentence: 'They're digging up the poor ground again.' By the time Luna reached the old county poor farm cemetery—Potter's Field, they called it—the backhoe was silent and the hole was empty. Not empty of bones—empty of dirt. A perfect rectangle of darkness in the frost, six feet deep, with nothing inside but the sound of something breathing from below. This is the story of what Edie saw from her kitchen window that night, and what Luna found when she looked into the hole. The soil had been turned, but nothing had been taken. And nothing had been buried either. Just a space waiting to be filled. #PotterField #AshlandKentucky #PoorFarmCemetery #OctoberNight #GreatAuntEdie #Backhoe #EmptyGrave #BreathingFromBelow #SoilShifted #FrostOnGround #FamilyStory #UnmarkedGraves #RuralHorror #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #SoloNarration #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2019, near the forgotten town of Marrow, Georgia, a stretch of Draper Road wound through pine forest so dense it swallowed headlights by four in the afternoon. Luna heard about a woman who lived alone in a rusted single-wide at the dead end — a woman who claimed the pines moved when you weren't looking. Not a ghost story told over beer. A quiet, documented obsession that began with a missing dog and ended with something stepping out of the treeline. Luna pieces together what the woman wrote in her notebooks, what the sheriff's report left out, and what the dogs found three days later. No easy answers. Just a cold spot on the shoulder and the sense that the forest has a memory. Based on a deposition filed with the Marrow County clerk's office in November of that year. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheWomanWhoWatchedThePines #MarrowGeorgia #DraperRoad #PineForest #MissingDog #Notebooks #Treeline #AutumnHorror #Unsettling #Atmospheric #Surveillance #MarrowCounty #SheriffReport #SlowBurn #Luna #PlagueDoctorsRound Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October of 1987. Luna's father took her to a bone-setter on the outskirts of a dying Texas town, a man who worked out of a tin-roofed shed behind his house. He had an old leather chair and a way of pressing his thumbs into a person's joints until the bones made a sound like a door opening. He told her father she had a 'break that hadn't happened yet'—a hairline fracture in her collarbone that no X-ray had ever caught. The next day, the bone-setter's house was empty. The chair was gone. The shed smelled like wet ash. Thirty years later, Luna found a photograph of him in a county historical society—his face crossed out with black ink, and a note on the back in her father's handwriting: 'He knew which bones would break before they broke.' She tells the story of that visit, and the things she has since come to understand about the man who looked at her like she was a map of future grief. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #TexasHorror #BoneSetter #1987 #PricklyPearLane #SmallTownHorror #AppalachianHorror #SouthernGothic #Unsettling #DarkFolklore #TrueStoryVibes #RuralNightmare #TheLastPatient #BoneBreak #FutureGrief #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

November 1988. A locked psychiatric ward in a small-town Catholic hospital. Luna's aunt worked the night shift there, and after she died, Luna found a taped confession in a shoebox under the bed. This is what the tape said—about the patient in Room 17 who never spoke, the orderlies who lasted less than a week, and the three nights when the lights flickered in sequence. No one ever explained why the door to the old chapel was warm to the touch, or why the security log stopped at 2:14 AM on the third night. A story about silence, the things that fill it, and the last night the ward held its breath. #StDymphnas #PsychiatricWard #CatholicHospital #1988 #TapeRecording #Room17 #NightShift #UnspeakingPatient #FlickeringLights #WarmDoor #Chapel #Silence #Orderlies #Confession #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

November 1998. A cold fog settled over the last bus stop on Skinners Lane in Barlow County. Luna was waiting for the 11:07 that never came. Instead, an old man in a long coat sat down beside her, humming a tune she almost recognized. He didn't speak — just whistled, softly, between his teeth. The fog grew thicker. The streetlights flickered. And when she finally looked at his face, she understood why the drivers never stopped here after dark. A slow-burn encounter with something that wears a voice like a borrowed coat. No gore. Just the hollow feeling of sitting next to a stranger who isn't quite finished being human. #BarlowCounty #SkinnersLane #NovemberFog #WhistlingMan #BusStop #LunaStory #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FogHorror #SmallTownSecrets #Encounter #QuietDread #Unsettling #NightBus #ColdAir #FamiliarTune Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It was the summer of 2002, and I was stranded overnight at the Greyhound station in Dunmore County, Virginia—a place that looked like it had been forgotten by the schedule itself. The only other person was a woman in a green coat who never bought a ticket, who watched the doors with a stillness that didn't belong to waiting. She told me about the bus that comes at 3:33 a.m., the one that doesn't stop for passengers, only for the ones who've been waiting longest. I stayed until dawn, and I still don't know if she was real or if I was the one being waited for. This is a story about liminal spaces, about the people who haunt transit hubs, and about the thin line between waiting and being forgotten. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #GreyhoundStation #DunmoreCounty #BusStationHorror #3_33am #GreenCoat #LiminalSpace #TransitHorror #Stranded #Summer2002 #Waiting #Forgotten #LunaReads #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

When a young man disappears from a locked room at a historic inn in Millbrook, Vermont, his mother asks Luna to investigate. The innkeeper's stories of a guest who never checked out—and the persistent smell of woodsmoke and apples from a room that hasn't held a fire in decades—lead Luna to a hidden door in the cellar, where she finds a journal that ends mid-sentence, and a pair of boots still warm by a cold hearth. A quiet, unresolved story about the places we leave behind and the doors we don't know we've opened. #CiderHouseInn #MillbrookVermont #lockedroom #coldhearth #hiddencellar #oldjournal #guestbook #woodsmoke #apples #february #midnight #winterhorror #disappearance #smalltowntales #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #folklore Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

December 1987. A narrow valley in the Ozarks where the church bells haven't rung in thirty years. Luna's grandmother told her about Cold Spring Hollow as a child—a place where the bells toll on their own, always at the witching hour, always three times. When a family emergency brings Luna to the hollow for the first time, she learns the bells are not a ghost story. They are a summons. And the ones who answer are not the dead. This episode is a slow-burn meditation on inherited dread, the weight of silence, and what it means to hear something that has been waiting for you your whole life. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #ColdSpringHollow #Ozarks #ChurchBells #WitchingHour #InheritedDread #Summons #December1987 #Grandmother #FamilyCurse #Silence #BellTower #RuralHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Summer 1979. A slow evening at the Telford Basin pump station, where I worked the night shift. The well had been dry for years — until it started singing. Not a mechanical sound. Not water. A voice, rising from six hundred feet down, calling out names one by one. I checked the logbook. Every name matched a missing person from the county, going back decades. When it called mine, I understood why the previous operator left his boots by the door and walked into the desert. This is what I heard. This is why I never went back. #TelfordBasin #PumpStation #SingingWell #DesertHorror #MissingPersons #1970s #NightShift #WaterTower #AnzaBorrego #DryWell #CallingNames #Logbook #Operator #Boots #DesertWalk #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

December 23rd, 1987. A stalled pickup on a rural road outside Harmony Falls. The driver was hauling a load of unsold Christmas trees from the lot at St. Mark's. When the engine died, the trees didn't. Luna recounts a night of cold, quiet terror on Route 9 — where the spruces began to move, and the smell of pine became something else entirely. No gore. Just the sound of needles scraping asphalt, and the realization that what you cut down might still be growing. #Route9 #HarmonyFalls #ChristmasTrees #StMarksLot #PineNeedles #FrozenRoad #DecemberNight #CrawlingTrees #NeedleScrape #EngineFailure #WinterHorror #RuralRoad #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthologyHorror #AtmosphericHorror #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It was the last week of October, 1989, when the night clerk at the Twin Pines Gas Station off Route 9 in Coldwater, Ohio stopped showing up for his shifts. The owner, a man named Harlan Peevey, asked around town but nobody knew where the kid had gone. So Harlan covered the graveyard shift himself for three nights, and on the third night he saw something that made him sell the station at a loss and move to Florida within the month. I heard the story from Harlan's nephew, who was helping him pack the U-Haul. He said his uncle kept muttering about the lights — how they wouldn't stay off no matter how many breakers he flipped. And about the woman in the blue dress who stood at the pumps in the small hours, asking for a fill-up she never needed. #TwinPinesGasStation #ColdwaterOhio #Route9 #HarlanPeevey #NightClerk #GraveyardShift #TheWomanInBlue #PhantomCustomer #LightsWontTurnOff #SmallTownHorror #GasStationGhost #OhioHorror #1989 #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #ParanormalEncounter #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

December 1987. A temporary night nurse takes a two-week assignment at Whittaker Hollow Rest Home, a county facility tucked into the hills of southern Ohio. The home is quiet, underfunded, and mostly forgotten — just twenty-three beds, a staff of four, and a hallway light that hums at a frequency that sits wrong in the teeth. On her third night, she notices that one of the long-term residents, a woman named Esther Prowse who hasn't spoken in eleven years, begins to stir at exactly 3:14 a.m. — not waking, not sleeping, but something in between. A low sound comes from her room, not quite a voice. The nurse checks the logbook and finds a pattern of entries from previous night shifts, all at the same minute, all crossed out. The administrator tells her not to open Room 12 after midnight. Of course she does. This is a story about the shape of a duty of care, about what it means to be the only person listening, and about the thing that was waiting in the dark of a county rest home for someone to finally answer. #WhittakerHollow #EstherProwse #HotelOhio #CareHomeHorror #NightShift #December1987 #TheOldOnes #Room12 #CountyRestHome #UnspokenPatient #NightStories #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #PlagueDoctorsRound #WitnessHorror #SmallTownOhio #ApothecaryLamp Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A trucker’s regular stop at a lonely diner off the interstate turns strange when he notices the waitress never seems to leave. Night after night, same booth, same coffee order, same flickering fluorescent lights. The cook says she’s been there longer than anyone remembers. But it’s the thing she keeps in the back—behind the swinging doors, past the walk-in cooler—that finally makes him take the long way home. Told with the hushed, worn-out intimacy of someone who heard this story from a man named Ray at a gas station somewhere in Ohio. No blood. No screams. Just a cup of coffee gone cold and a door that should have stayed shut. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #DinerHorror #OldHollowRoad #Waitress #TruckerStory #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #MidnightShift #BodyHorror #CreepyWaitress #NoExit #Unsettling #CoffeeAndDread #LonelyRoad #SmallTownMystery #Stuck Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

February 1987. A traveling salesman checks into the Green Gables Hotel outside Eureka Springs, Arkansas, during a freak ice storm. The third floor has been closed for years — water damage, they say — but the elevator still stops there, and the bell still rings in room 312. The man who tends the front desk has a tremor in his hands and a story he won't finish. Luna pieces together what happened to a family who never checked out, and why the hotel keeps a ledger with names crossed out in black ink. A quiet, slow-burn episode about what lodges in a place and refuses to leave. Not a ghost story, exactly — more like a bruise that never heals. #GreenGablesHotel #EurekaSprings #Arkansas #IceStorm #Room312 #FrontDesk #ThirdFloor #TravelingSalesman #Family #Ledger #BlackInk #Lingering #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #PlagueDoctorsRound Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

June 2019. The boiler room of Larkspur Apartments, a crumbling complex on the edge of Denton, Missouri. Luna's friend Margie calls her in the middle of the night, whispering that the furnace man is back — the one who isn't a man at all. He tends the fire in the subbasement, and no one can remember who hired him. Luna drives over and spends the night watching the basement door with Margie, listening to the boiler groan. By morning, the furnace man is gone, but the heat never left. A story about the kind of tenant you don't report to the landlord — because the landlord might not know he exists. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #TheFurnaceMan #LarkspurApartments #DentonMissouri #BoilerRoom #Subbasement #Margie #TenantHorror #ApartmentHorror #Furnace #NightShift #CreakingPipes #UnseenTenant #FoundFootage #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1987, a teenager named Jess is sent to stay with her aunt in the dying town of Farlow, Kentucky. The old county road is being repaved after a sinkhole swallows a pickup truck, but what the road crew unearths is not limestone or clay. It is something that breathes, something that has been waiting under the gravel for a long time. Jess begins to dream of a hand reaching up through the ground, and she finds that the new pavement feels warm under her feet even at midnight. When she goes to look at the repair site, the foreman tells her to stay away, but the dreams get worse. This is a story about what happens when a town paves over a wound instead of letting it heal. About the sound of gravel shifting in the dark. About what it means when the road starts to move under your feet. #FarlowKentucky #OldFarlowRoad #Sinkhole #Gravel #RoadRepair #Summer1987 #Dreams #HandUnderTheGround #WarmPavement #RoadCrew #AuntJosephine #Jess #SmallTownHorror #BuriedThing #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1987. The annual Harvest Moon Dance at Pikeville Community Hall. A town tradition older than anyone can remember. But this year, a stranger arrives uninvited—a quiet woman in a white dress who does not dance, does not speak, and seems to know everyone's name. By midnight, she has chosen a partner. By morning, that partner is gone. Luna pieces together the story from the whispers that followed: the dance card found on the floor, the name written in ink that turned to rust, and the photograph from 1917 that no one in Pikeville wants to talk about. A story about a dance that never stops, a partner who never leaves, and the empty chair at the breakfast table. #HarvestMoonDance #Pikeville #CommunityHall #WhiteDress #October1987 #DanceCard #Ghost #SmallTown #MissingPerson #RustInk #OldPhotograph #PikevilleMystery #UninvitedGuest #Grief #AtmosphericHorror #QuietTerror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

I remember the first time I crossed the Porters Ford Bridge after dark. It was early autumn, 2019—the kind of warm September night where the crickets sound like static and the air smells of dry corn and diesel. The bridge was just a single-lane iron truss over the Roanoke River, built in 1927, with a wooden deck that rattled under your tires. But that night, something was wrong. There was a figure at the far end, not quite solid, holding up a hand like a crossing guard. And when I stopped—because you always stop, don't you?—I saw the toll basket. A rusted metal bucket, chained to the guardrail, filled with silver coins and a single folded note. The note said, 'For those who cross between light and dark. The keeper must be paid.' I didn't pay. I thought it was a prank. I drove on. But the bridge didn't let me go. Not really. Not ever. #PortersFord #RoanokeRiver #TheKeeper #TollBridge #IronTruss #SeptemberNight #Cryptid #PodcastHorror #SouthernGothic #RuralHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #PlagueDoctorsRound #LunaReads #AppalachianHorror #GhostStory #TheToll Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1997, a county surveyor named Owen Teague drove a stretch of rural Missouri road that didn't exist on any map. He found a town called Beechwood that had been erased from records since 1887. The people there were polite, hollow-eyed, and all wore clothes a century out of fashion. They invited him to the Harvest Social. He stayed three days. When he came back, he couldn't stop measuring things—roads, rooms, his own body. He said the town had given him a task. This is his story, as he told it to me one night in a motel room in Rolla, Missouri, while he kept checking the distance between the bed and the door. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthologyHorror #MissouriHorror #RoadHorror #LostTown #Surveyor #Beechwood #HarvestSocial #VanishingTown #AutumnHorror #Measurement #OwenTeague #CountyRoad17 #FolkHorror #UncannyValley #PodcastHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

December 24th, 1987. A blizzard traps a librarian and a stray cat inside the Carnegie library on Main Street, Oakdale. At first it's a quiet, almost cozy night—sheltering from the storm, a gas heater, an old radio playing carols. But the library has a basement. And in that basement, a door that was never supposed to be opened. By midnight, the cat is hissing at the dark. By three a.m., the librarian is whispering prayers she hasn't said since childhood. The storm doesn't let up until dawn. And by then, something else has been unlocked. Based on a real account from a retired librarian in Oakdale, Wisconsin. Luna tells the story as it was told to her: slow, small, and absolutely certain. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #ChristmasEve #LibraryHorror #Blizzard #Oakdale #CarnegieLibrary #BasementDoor #StrayCat #WhisperedPrayers #SmallTown #WinterHorror #Unlocked #Librarian #Darkness #1987 #TrueAccount Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2008, a traveling salesman named Ellis Thorne checked into the Dusty Boot Inn outside Marble Falls, Texas. He was the only guest. The innkeeper, a woman named Hattie, gave him Room 8 at the end of the hall—a room with a door that didn't quite close, and a lock that clicked but didn't hold. That night, Ellis woke to the sound of footsteps in the hallway, passing his door again and again. He counted them. Always the same number of steps. Always stopping outside his door. The next morning, Hattie told him that Room 8 had been her son's room. He died there, she said. And every night, he walks the hall, looking for the door that will open. But you lock it, Ellis said. She shook her head. The lock's been broken for years. #DustyBootInn #MarbleFalls #EllisThorne #Hattie #Room8 #FootstepsInTheHall #LonelyHighway #AutumnHorror #SmallTown #MotelHorror #GhostStory #LockedDoor #Innkeeper #TexasHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #PlagueDoctorsRound Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1971. A dry autumn in Gilead's Crossing, a farming town no one has heard of. Luna's grandmother told her a story about the year the corn came late—and what came with it. A traveling preacher, a locked church basement, and a sound like breathing from the silo after dark. But the harvest was normal. The soil was fine. The only thing wrong was the offering plate. This episode is a slow-burn folk horror about faith, hunger, and the things a town will agree to forget. A story passed from grandmother to granddaughter, whispered by lamplight. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #GileadsCrossing #FolkHorror #Harvest #Preacher #OfferingPlate #Silo #StrangeCorn #GrandmothersStory #October1971 #LockedBasement #Faith #Hunger #Breathing #SmallTown #Unresolved Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the fall of 2008, a traveling archivist named Elara Crane stopped in the dying town of Beulah, Kansas to document the abandoned St. Simeon's Church. The building had been sealed for forty years after the congregation vanished overnight. Elara found the pews dustless, the hymnals open to the same page, and a bell rope that moved on its own. She stayed too long. By the time she tried to leave the church at dusk, the doors wouldn't open—and the bell began to ring. This is what she told me, years later, in a motel room with the curtains drawn. She still hears it when the wind is right. #BeulahKansas #StSimeonsChurch #TheBellRinger #ElaraCrane #AbandonedChurch #BellTower #DisappearedCongregation #DustlessPews #HymnalPage #UnendingRing #SmallTownHorror #KansasHorror #LunaNarrates #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #QuietHorror #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 2007, the town of Mercy Springs, Kentucky held its annual Firefly Festival on the last Saturday of July. Luna drove through that night, on her way to nothing in particular, and stopped at the edge of the fairgrounds because the lights looked wrong. Not the string bulbs—they were fine—but the lanterns people carried into the woods. They moved like people, but they weren't. She watched a girl walk into the treeline and not come back. She watched the fireflies gather in a shape that breathed. She spoke to an old woman selling fried dough who smiled too wide and said something about the year the town forgot to end the festival. This episode is about what happens when a celebration outlasts its reason. When the people keep coming because the ritual demands it. When the lights in the dark stop belonging to the living. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #MercySprings #FireflyFestival #SmallTownHorror #Summer2007 #Kentucky #WoodsAtNight #TheLightsWereWrong #SomethingInTheTrees #ForgottenRitual #LostAtTheFair #FriedDoughSmile #FireflyBreathing #SheDidntComeBack #TheYearItDidntEnd #LunaTells #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna checks into room 14 of the Pines Motel outside Elko, Nevada, on a windless November night. The carpet is wrong — a deep crimson pattern that seems to shift in the corner of your eye. The front desk clerk warns her not to look at it too long. She doesn't listen. She traces the stains, the faded flowers, the way the pile rises in a trail from the door to the bathroom. She learns why the motel keeps that room empty five months of the year. A story about pattern recognition, the things we train our eyes to ignore, and what happens when you finally see. #ThePinesMotel #ElkoNevada #Room14 #CarpetHorror #PatternRecognition #NovemberNight #MotelHorror #LunaNarrates #PlagueDoctorsRound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StandaloneEpisode #AnthologyHorror #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror #MotelStories #CrimsonCarpet #DontLook #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recounts a story handed down from a retired surveyor named Elias Thorne, who spent forty years mapping the back roads of rural Pennsylvania. In the autumn of 1989, he was called to resurvey a forgotten valley near the town of Corbin's Mill — a place that appeared on no modern map but was marked on an old deed as 'The Hollow.' Elias drove out one cold October morning, following a dirt track that seemed to shrink behind him. He found a cluster of houses that time had passed by: no electricity, no cars, just wood smoke and the smell of damp wool. The people there spoke an English that sounded two centuries old, and they asked him to draw their roads — roads that curved in ways that hurt to look at. When he finished, they paid him in silver coins stamped with a date he couldn't read. He left at dusk, and on the way out, he noticed the trees had no leaves — not because it was autumn, but because they had never grown them. Elias retired the next week and never spoke of the Hollow again. Until one night, in a nursing home near Harrisburg, he told Luna's mother the whole thing. Now Luna tells you. #CorbinsMill #EliasThorne #PennsylvaniaHollow #TheCartographersLastMap #SurveyorHorror #ForgottenValley #Autumn1989 #SilverCoins #LeaflessTrees #OldRoads #TimeStoodStill #FolkHorror #AppalachianHorror #EerieEncounter #RoadThatShouldntExist #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

March 1987, Pembroke, Illinois. The night the old Memorial Hospital was supposed to close its doors for good, Luna sat in the empty east wing with a woman who refused to leave. Eleanor Graves had been a nurse there since 1952, and she claimed the building wasn't empty. Not really. Between midnight and three AM, the fifth-floor ward hummed with a sound that wasn't machinery. The elevators moved on their own. And in room 512, a bed was still warm. This is the story of the last shift at Pembroke Memorial — of a hospital that remembers every patient who never checked out, and of a woman who learned to listen to the silence between the heartbeats. #PembrokeIllinois #AbandonedHospital #EastWing #Room512 #EleanorGraves #NightShift #March1987 #HospitalHorror #EmptyWard #UnclosedDoors #NurseDiaries #PembrokeMemorial #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorRound #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror #LunaNarrates #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1997. Luna's aunt rents a farmhouse on the outskirts of Denton Flats, Kansas — a town whose only notable feature is a row of abandoned grain silos standing on the county line like a row of tombstones. The harvest moon is full and the wind is wrong. On the third night, Luna hears them: a low, rhythmic hum vibrating through the walls, through her ribs, through the marrow of her bones. The sound isn't made by machinery. It's a song. The local farmers won't talk about it. The sheriff says it's a prank with electronics. But the old woman across the road sits on her porch every night, staring at the silos, her lips moving without sound. By the end of the week, Luna understands why. The silos are singing someone's name. This is a story about resonance, about the weight of a place that remembers too much, and about what happens when a sound finds the frequency of an old grief. #DentonFlats #KansasHorror #AbandonedSilos #HarvestMoon #TheSongInTheSilos #FarmhouseHorror #WindThatDoesntSoundRight #CountyLine #Resonance #PattyAtTheWindow #SheriffBoyd #SiloDays1997 #AuntMartha #FeelingItInYourChest #FrequencyHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1987, just outside of Harlow, Illinois. Luna spent three nights working the second shift at Moons Mill, a feed-and-grain operation that had sat silent for twenty years before it started running again under new management. The foreman, an old man named Birch, gave her a single rule: never step inside the grain silo after midnight. She didn't. But the silo had its own ideas. What she heard through the steel walls, what she saw through the inspection hatch, and what she still smells on her coat during the autumn equinox — none of it made the papers, but it all made her leave that town before sunrise. #MoonsMill #HarlowIllinois #GrainSilo #SecondShift #Birch #September1987 #AutumnEquinox #FeedAndGrain #ForgottenTowns #MidnightShift #RustySteel #CornDust #OrangeLight #HandOnTheWall #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthologyHorror #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In August of 1998, the town of Lost Creek, Arkansas hired a private paving crew to resurface a dead-end county road that had been dirt for as long as anyone could remember. The crew foreman, a man named Harlan Driscoll, kept a detailed journal of the job because the residents along that road — all three families — made him uneasy. They never came outside during daylight. They never spoke. And every morning, the fresh-laid asphalt was covered in a pattern of old-fashioned boot prints that led from no house to nowhere. Luna recounts the story from Harlan's journal, which she found forty years later in a used bookstore in Fayetteville. It's a quiet, creeping account of a road that refused to be paved, and the sound the paving machine made when it finally broke down at 3 a.m. in the deep heat of a southern summer night. #LostCreek #ArkansasHorror #HarlanDriscoll #CountyRoad #PavingCrew #Asphalt #BootPrints #Nocturnal #SmallTown #Eighties #PavingMachine #Journal #FoundDocument #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #LunaReads #CreepingDread #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1998, a town called Heston, Missouri, had a single remaining patient in its shuttered tuberculosis sanatorium. Luna's cousin, a hospice nurse named Margot, took the night shift alone. The patient was an old woman named Mrs. Gable who had not spoken in forty years—not since the sanatorium closed and the last doctor left. But that night, Mrs. Gable began to whisper. She whispered about a boy in the walls, about a game of hide-and-seek that never ended. Margot listened because she had to, because the voice was coming from the room next door, not from Mrs. Gable's room. This is a story about what we find when we open a door we were told to keep locked. About the shape of loneliness. About a game that still has one player left. #SaintAgathas #HestonMissouri #Margot #MrsGable #TuberculosisSanatorium #HideAndSeek #TheBoyInTheWalls #Autumn1998 #HospiceNurse #LastPatient #AbandonedHospital #Whispers #LockedRoom #NightyNight #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthologyHorror #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

January 2019, and Luna takes a temp night shift at Mercy Rest Home in Elkhart, Indiana — a low-budget senior care facility with a reputation for cutting corners. The job is simple: sit at the front desk, take calls, check on residents. But the building has a locked basement wing that no one talks about, and the night nurse, Delia, gives her a key ring with instructions she doesn't fully explain. As the hours stretch past midnight, Luna starts hearing sounds from below — not pipes, not a furnace, but something deliberate. Something that scratches. Something that knows her name. This is a story about what happens when you're paid to pretend you don't hear what's knocking. Told with Luna's signature hushed intimacy, 'The Lock-In at Mercy Rest Home' is a slow-burn descent into the spaces we're told not to explore, and the people we tell ourselves aren't there. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MercyRestHome #ElkhartIndiana #NightShift #NursingHomeHorror #LockedBasement #Scratching #MidnightShift #JanuaryHorror #CareHome #LunaNarrates #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #SeniorCare #Unsettling #TrueHorrorStory #PlagueDoctorsRound #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1998, I drove through Thornwood Hollow, Maine — a town so small it didn't appear on any map I owned. A local woman named Esther Crane told me about the well in her backyard, bricked up since her grandmother's time. But every night, she said, she heard something climbing up from inside it. Something that knew her name. This is the story of what I found at the bottom of that well, and what found me. No gore. Just the slow drip of water on stone, and a voice that sounded exactly like my mother's. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #PlagueDoctor #ThornwoodHollow #Maine #Well #EstherCrane #Autumn1998 #FoundFamily #Descent #BrickedUp #Underground #Echo #Drowning #Voice #Mother #Memory #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recounts a night in the autumn of 2003, when she drove through the dying town of Stillwater, Illinois. The grain elevator had been silent for a decade, and the only sound was a bell tolling from beneath the reservoir. She met Elias, a former millworker who couldn't stop listening. He said the bell rang at midnight every night, and counted down to something no one remembered. Luna stayed, huddled by a fire barrel, listening with him. The water rose, the bell rang louder, and Elias walked into the dark lake where the treetops still broke the surface. She never saw him again. Some towns don't die—they just sink, and the bells keep tolling. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #Stillwater #Illinois #DrownedBell #Reservoir #DisappearedTown #Autumn #Midnight #Elias #Water #Bell #Loss #RustBelt #Memory #QuietHorror #Luna #PlagueDoctorHorror #HistoricalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo