Plague Doctor's Round — Fexingo Horror
by Fexingo
In a time of pestilence and shadow, Luna dons the long cloak of a plague doctor and recounts tales from the margins of history — where the black death was not the only visitor. Each episode of this anthology is a self-contained story drawn from whispered accounts of apothecaries, graveyard shift priests, and those who tended the sick in cities sealed by quarantine. Here, the plague mask is not just protection; it is a doorway. Listen as Luna speaks of physicians who found their patients already dead — and still breathing, of locked wards where the air itself turned to rot and rage, of remedies written in blood on parchment made from human skin. These are not the sanitized accounts of textbooks; these are the confessions of those who walked among the dying and saw something worse follow. The stories are linked by a single thread: the plague doctor's round is never just a medical call — it is a reckoning. Each tale ends before the dawn, leaving you alone in the dark with the rattle of a
Episodes
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The Night the Keys Kept Striking at the Gazette
In the dead of a December winter solstice, Luna's friend Sarah—a journalist for the Pineview Gazette—stays late to finish an article on the town's forgotten tragedies. The old Underwood typewriter in the corner, untouched for years, begins clacking on its own. Sarah finds it typing a story from...
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The Night the Paint Never Dried at the Whitney House
October 1998. An abandoned Victorian on Mulberry Lane. Inside, a painting of a woman with wet paint — untouched since the artist died at his easel twenty years ago. Luna visits the Whitney House one autumn evening and finds the canvas still damp, the brush still resting in the tray. A caretaker...
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The Night the Projector Kept Running at the Rialto Theater
In the abandoned Rialto Theater in Morrowville, West Virginia, a projector that hasn't run since 1957 flickers to life on a cold October night. Luna visits after hearing rumors, and finds an empty screen showing a single static image—the interior of the projection booth. But when she turns to...
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The Night the Echo Changed at the Mad River Covered Bridge
Luna recalls an autumn night in Weston, Vermont, when she stopped at the old Mad River Covered Bridge. An elderly man warned her not to speak into the bridge after midnight, but curiosity led her to test his words. The echo that returned was not her own—it twisted her phrases into painful truths,...
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The Night the Sexton Never Came Back at All Saints Cemetery
It was the first week of November, 1989, in the village of Mill Hollow, New York. Luna hears a story from a man named Everett Crowe, the last groundskeeper at All Saints Cemetery, who stayed late one evening in late October and never left the grounds. The cemetery sexton, a quiet man named Arthur...
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The Night the Lighthouse Never Went Dark at Cape Prosper
October 1987, Cape Prosper, Maine. A stubborn fog rolled in on a Tuesday and never lifted. Five days in, the lighthouse keeper's wife started leaving food on the porch. By the seventh night, the light was still burning at noon. Luna heard about it from a retired coast guard officer who drove down...
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The Night the Water Rose in the Baptistry at Red Cedar
In the late autumn of 1983, a traveling revival preacher set up his tent outside Red Cedar, a town too small for its own name. He claimed he could heal the dying with a single touch, but only if they came to him at midnight, stripped of their possessions, and knelt in a shallow metal basin filled...
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The Night the Organ Played at the First Methodist Church of Gilead
In the autumn of 1987, Luna's aunt Sarah took a temporary organist position at the First Methodist Church of Gilead, Nebraska—a small congregation that hadn't had a regular musician in years. The job was simple: play hymns for Sunday service and Wednesday choir practice. But the church had a rule...
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The Night the Cradle Rocked at the Harlow House
In the winter of 1987, on a frozen back road outside the town of Gideon, there was a yellow farmhouse where a child's cradle rocked itself every night for three weeks after the family had moved out. Luna's grandmother knew the woman who lived there—a quiet schoolteacher named Martha Harlow who…
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The Night the Phone Rang at the Mercy Falls Switchboard
December 1987. Mercy Falls, population 412. A town so small the telephone switchboard is the only lifeline to the outside world. Luna's cousin Eleanor worked the overnight shift, alone in a room full of blinking lights, patching through calls from farmers, truckers, and the occasional wrong…
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The Night the Mailbox Never Closed on Foster Road
In the autumn of 2003, Luna's friend Annie inherited her grandmother's farmhouse on Foster Road, a gravel stretch outside the town of Ellery, Missouri. The house came with a rusted mailbox bolted to a cedar post at the end of the driveway. Annie started finding letters inside—hand-addressed to…
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The Night the Ferry Still Crossed at Pender's Reach
In the autumn of 2019, Luna finds herself on the Pender's Reach ferry—a cable-drawn barge across a narrow tidal strait in coastal Maine. The crossing should take seven minutes. But tonight, the fog rolls in thick and the ferryman speaks in a voice that doesn't match his mouth. He tells her about…
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The Night the Tracks Never Came Back to Willet
In the winter of 1987, a freight train vanished on a clear night between Willet and the Missouri line. No wreckage, no crew, no whistle. Twenty years later, a retired railroad man named Hollis Stroud started walking the old right-of-way with a lantern. He told the dispatcher he heard it coming...
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The Night the Clock Tower Never Struck at Blackwood
In the autumn of 1997, Luna's cousin Elias took a job as night watchman at the old Blackwood County Courthouse. The clock tower had been silent for decades, its hands frozen at 11:37. But on his third night, Elias heard it—a single chime, deep and wrong, followed by footsteps on the stairs that…
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The Night the Books Stayed Open at the Thornhill Public Library
In the winter of 1987, the Thornhill Public Library in rural Iowa became a place that refused to close. Not because of a stubborn librarian or a forgotten key—but because the books themselves had something to say. Luna talks to Elara, the last person to work there, who arrived one morning to find…
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The Night the Bell Kept Ringing at the Gideon County Exchange
October 1987, a Tuesday night just after midnight. The telephone exchange in Gideon County was a squat brick building on Sycamore Street, two blocks from the abandoned First Methodist Church. Marian Frye had been the night operator for eleven years, and she knew every ring pattern on the...
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The Night the Organ Played at the First Methodist Church of Gideon
A cold autumn night in Gideon, Nebraska, 1987. The First Methodist Church stands abandoned for twenty years, but on the last Sunday of October, someone hears the pipe organ playing at midnight. Luna's uncle, a retired deacon, goes to investigate. He finds the pews full of shadows, the hymn book...
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The Night the Door Never Unlocked at the Selby Public Library
In the autumn of 1997, a small-town librarian in Selby, Indiana, begins noticing that the library's heavy oak front door refuses to unlock some nights — even when she's inside, alone, after hours. At first it's a faulty lock, but then the pattern grows: the lights flicker at 9:47, a card catalog...
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The Night the Oven Stayed On at the Red Rooster Diner
In the summer of 1987, in the small town of Edgewood, Illinois, there was a diner that never closed. Not officially. The Red Rooster Diner sat at the junction of Route 9 and County Road 14, its neon sign flickering 'OPEN' in a dead zone where no one stopped after midnight. But the ovens stayed…
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The Night the Ward Stayed Locked at the Mercy Falls Sanatorium
In the winter of 1993, a traveling nurse named Cora Bellamy took a week-long assignment at the Mercy Falls Sanatorium, a tuberculosis hospital that had been closed for decades but reopened during a sudden outbreak. The building was a maze of peeling linoleum and broken windows, and the patients...
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The Night the Stove Stayed Hot at the Ludlow Truck Stop
On a frozen February night in Ludlow, Iowa, the all-night truck stop never closed. The coffee was always fresh, the pie was always warm, and the grill never stopped sizzling. Luna talks about the night she pulled off Highway 6, bone-tired and half-frozen, and met a waitress named Della who had…
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The Night the School Bell Rang at the Holloway Road Schoolhouse
In the fall of 1987, a young teacher named Miriam Cross takes a position at the one-room Holloway Road schoolhouse outside Alder Creek. The children speak of a silent boy in the back row who never speaks and never leaves. Miriam learns the school was built on land where a fever took thirty…
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The Night the Bell Tolled at St. Agnes in Thornfield
In the autumn of 1992, a traveling archivist named Luna arrived in Thornfield, a town where time felt like it was holding its breath. She was there to document the history of St. Agnes Episcopal Church, a crumbling stone building with a bell that had rung at midnight every night for as long as...
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The Night the Icehouse Stayed Cold on Pickerel Lake
In the winter of 1987, on the frozen shore of Pickerel Lake, Minnesota, the icehouse of the late Lars Halvorson refused to thaw. When Luna's uncle, a retired county coroner, went to clear it out for the spring melt, he found the blocks of ice cut from the lake still stacked inside, exactly as…
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The Night the Sawmill Kept Running on Pender Hollow Road
In the autumn of 1997, Luna's car died on a forgotten stretch of Pender Hollow Road in Balsam County, where the air smelled of wet pine and something metallic. The only sign of life was a sawmill whose lights blazed at two in the morning, its blade still singing through wood that seemed to bleed…
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The Night the Road Never Ended on Old Salt Creek
It’s July 1999 in the nowhere between Bakersfield and nowhere. Luna’s car dies on a stretch of Old Salt Creek Road that loops back on itself no matter which way you turn. A diner materializes out of the heat shimmer, its neon buzzing in a language that looks like English but reads like thirst.…
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The Night the Lamp Stayed Lit at the Smithson Farm in Larkspur
In the summer of 1982, a woman named Esther Smithson called the sheriff's office in Larkspur, Iowa, to report a light in her dead husband's study. The lamp had been unplugged for three years. Luna heard the story from a deputy who was first on scene. What he saw inside that room — the papers in…
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The Night the Candle Guttered at the Riddick House
August 1987. A dry summer in Bemis, Tennessee, where the heat pressed down like a hand on the back of your neck. Luna's great-aunt Edie lived alone in the Riddick House—a two-story Victorian with a wraparound porch and a cistern in the cellar that no one talked about. When Edie stopped answering...
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The Night the Well Ran at the Selby Place
In the summer of 1997, Luna's grandmother sent her to fetch water from the old well behind the Selby farmhouse—a well that hadn't been used in thirty years. The pump handle moved on its own. The bucket came up full of something that wasn't water. And the voice that called from the bottom knew her...
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The Night the Flour Mill Ground at Midnight in Red Oak
In the autumn of 1987, the Red Oak Flour Mill in rural Kansas ground its first batch of wheat in thirty years. The mill had been silent since a boy drowned in the grain silo back in '57. But one night, the owner's granddaughter saw a light flicker through the boarded windows. She found the old...
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The Night the Saw Still Sang at the Lumber Mill in Port Orford
November 1986. A woman named Elise inherits a boarded-up lumber mill in a dying Oregon coastal town. Inside, she finds a single circular saw blade still spinning in the dark, three years after the mill was shut down. The blade hums a melody she remembers from childhood. The mill's logbook records…
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The Night the Fence Grew at the Hartley County Fairgrounds
In the autumn of 1997, at the Hartley County Fairgrounds in rural Missouri, Luna encountered a man who claimed his family had been the fair's groundskeepers for seven generations. He led her to the livestock pavilion, where a chain-link fence had been growing overnight, pushing outward from the...
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The Night the Light Stayed On at the Farrier's Forge in Crow County
In the autumn of 1987, on a back road in Crow County, there was a forge that never went dark. Luna's grandfather told her about the farrier who worked through the night, shoeing horses that didn't leave tracks. She went to see for herself one October evening, and what she found behind the glow of...
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The Night the Wound Never Closed at the Clinic on Founders Street
In the winter of 1998, a small-town clinic on Founders Street in Mercy Falls became a magnet for things that should have healed but didn't. Luna tells the story of Dr. Harriet Voss, the last physician to keep the doors open after midnight, and the single, unremarkable wound she treated on a man...
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The Night the Bell Tolled at the Mercy Falls Asylum
In the winter of 1987, the old asylum on the hill above Mercy Falls had been closed for eleven years. But the bell in the tower kept tolling. Luna visits the site with a local historian who insists the bell was removed before the building was sealed. She hears it herself—three clear chimes at...
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The Night the Clock Stopped at the Hotel Bellweather
In the winter of 1998, a man named Elias Crane checked into the Hotel Bellweather in the dying town of Mercy Falls, West Virginia. He was a timepiece repairman, called in to fix the antique grandfather clock that had stood in the lobby for over a century. But when he opened the clock's case, he...
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The Night the Pump Stayed Primed at the Gas Station on Old 61
August 1993. A broken-down car. A gas station off Old Highway 61 in Milledgeville, Tennessee. The clock on the dashboard said 2:17 AM when Lee Anne pulled in—and the attendant who came out to the pump had a name tag that read 'Frank,' but his hands were wrong, and his voice came from too far…
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The Night the Organ Played After Midnight in Old St. Michael's
A cold November night in Dorchester County, a small town where the Catholic church has stood empty for years. Luna's old friend, a night-shift nurse, called her with a strange story. She had been driving past St. Michael's and heard the pipe organ playing at two in the morning — not a hymn, but...
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The Night the Typewriter Never Stopped at the Mercy Falls Gazette
November 1987. A string of unexplained deaths in Mercy Falls. Each victim found with a single typed page in their hand — a story they'd written in their sleep, years before. The newspaper archives hold the pattern, but nobody wants to print it. Luna visits the Gazette office at 3 AM, where the…
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The Night the Sign Stayed Lit at the Last Diner in Mercy Falls
April in Mercy Falls, a town so small the highway forgot it. Luna's car died outside the only diner still open past midnight — a fluorescent box tucked between empty lots and a shut-down gas station. The waitress wore a name tag that said Dot but never answered to it. The coffee was hot. The pie...
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The Night the Waiting Room Stayed Lit at the Verona Clinic
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...
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The Night the Doll Maker Stayed Late on Tupelo Lane
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...
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The Night the Candle Never Went Out at the Church of St. Jude
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.…
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The Night the Tick Tock Man Came to Wisteria
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....
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The Night the Pharmacy Stayed Open After Midnight in New Carthage
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...
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The Night the Freezer Hummed at the Piggly Wiggly in Wolf Creek
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...
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The Night the Cradle Rocked in the Attic of the Croft House
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...
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The Night the Crows Spoke at the Haskell County Fair
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...
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The Night the Wardrobe Breathed in Pendleton
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...
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The Night the Roses Grew Through the Floor at the Treadwell House
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...
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In a time of pestilence and shadow, Luna dons the long cloak of a plague doctor and recounts tales from the margins of history — where the black death was not the only visitor. Each episode of this anthology is a self-contained story drawn from whispered accounts of apothecaries, graveyard shift priests, and those who tended the sick in cities sealed by quarantine. Here, the plague mask is not just protection; it is a doorway. Listen as Luna speaks of physicians who found their patients already dead — and still breathing, of locked wards where the air itself turned to rot and rage, of remedies written in blood on parchment made from human skin. These are not the sanitized accounts of textbooks; these are the confessions of those who walked among the dying and saw something worse follow. The stories are linked by a single thread: the plague doctor's round is never just a medical call — it is a reckoning. Each tale ends before the dawn, leaving you alone in the dark with the rattle of a
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