Side B — Fexingo Horror

On a humid August night in 1987, Luna drives through Lometa, Texas, and stops at a boarded-up recording studio called K-Bar. A sign in the window says 'Free Tapes — Take One.' Inside, she finds a single reel-to-reel tape labeled 'Side B' sitting on a dusty mixing board. She plays it. The recording is a woman's voice — low, deliberate — telling a story about a man who came to the studio to record a message for his wife. But the message shifts, degrades, and soon the woman on the tape seems to be speaking directly to Luna, recounting something that hasn't happened yet. The studio's air grows cold, the tape hiss thickens, and Luna realizes the woman is not a singer or a client — she's something that has been waiting in the magnetic oxide for decades. A story about what gets trapped in analog media, about voices that refuse to be erased, and about the last thing you hear before the tape runs out. #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror #SideB #AnalogHorror #ReelToReel #RecordingStudio #LometaTexas #TapeHiss #VoiceFromThePast #AugustNight #KBarStudio #MagneticMemory #HauntedMedia #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #UnresolvedEnding #TexasRoadTrip Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1989, a stranded traveler on a lonely stretch of Vermont's Route 22 finds a payphone that still works—and a voice on the other end that knows his name, his route, and the exact mile marker where his engine died. The call keeps him on the line for hours, weaving a story that sounds like a confession, a warning, and a farewell all at once. When he finally hangs up and walks to the nearest gas station, the attendant has a message waiting for him. This episode is a quiet, creeping tale about the roads we travel alone, the voices we shouldn't answer, and the kindness that arrives too late. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #SideB #Route22 #Payphone #Vermont #Autumn1989 #Stranded #PhoneCall #TheVoiceOnTheLine #LastCall #NightDrive #SmallTown #GasStation #LostHighway #TheLongDistance #FarewellMessage Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna pulls a battered vinyl from the shelf — the B-side of a forgotten country gospel LP — and tells the story of the Echo Motel in Dust Falls, Nevada, where in October 1987 a night clerk named Vern kept a logbook of the strange requests guests made through the keyhole of Room 9. Luna found the logbook in a thrift store in Tonopah, its last entry dated the day the motel owner vanished. She reads selections aloud: guests who asked for their own reflections, for the sound of a voice they'd forgotten, for a door that would open only halfway. The motel is still standing, but the keyhole has been welded shut. Luna doesn't explain why. She just says she's never been able to forget the last line Vern wrote: 'She said she was looking for someone who could look back.' #EchoMotel #DustFalls #Keyhole #VernTheNightClerk #Room9 #CountryGospelLP #October1987 #NevadaDesert #Logbook #TonopahThrift #WeldedShut #LookingBack #ForgottenVoices #Reflections #MotelHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

August 1997, just outside the town of Canaan, Vermont. Luna tells the story of a man named Eli Sutter who spent sixty autumns running a cider press on his family's orchard — and the hollow he carved between two gnarled trees where he went to sit alone every evening after the work was done. When a developer bought the land after Eli's death, the bulldozer operator found something in that hollow that made him walk off the job and never come back. A quiet, harvest-dark episode about the weight of a single habit maintained for decades, and what happens when the last person who remembers a place is no longer there to guard it. No jump scares. Just the smell of rotting apples and the sound of a porch swing moving in still air. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #CanaanVermont #EliSutter #AppleOrchard #CiderPress #Hollow #Harvest #1997 #August #PorchSwing #OrchardGhost #Solitude #Routine #Disappearance #Grief #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

June 1987, just outside of Hargrove, Tennessee. A highway motel with a flickering vacancy sign and a jukebox that played songs no one had ever heard. I was passing through that night, around two in the morning, when I stopped at the Elms Motor Lodge because the rain was coming down hard and I needed a place to lie low. The clerk at the desk was a woman named Cora—tired, mid-fifties, a name tag worn smooth at the edges. She told me I could have any room except number seven, and when I asked why not, she just looked at me with something like pity. I took room six, right next door. Through the thin walls I heard the jukebox in the lobby start up on its own at three thirty-three, playing a song that sounded like a woman singing from underwater. Cora never said much, but the next morning when I checked out, she handed me a cassette with no label and told me to listen to Side B when I got far enough from the motel. I've never played it. It's sitting in a box in my closet. But sometimes, late at night, I think about that song—the way it pulled at something in my chest, like a memory I never had. This is that story. #ElmsMotorLodge #HargroveTN #June1987 #Cora #RoomSeven #UnlabeledCassette #Jukebox #SideB #LateNight #HighwayMotel #Rain #ForgottenHighway #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #FolkHorror #AnalogHorror #NostalgiaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It's August 1998, past midnight at the Greyhound station in Winesburg, Ohio. Luna's bus is delayed four hours. She shares the empty waiting room with an old man who tells her about a woman who's been waiting for a bus every night for forty years. She never buys a ticket. She never boards. She just sits in the third row of plastic chairs and watches the door. The old man talks about her like she's harmless, like she's just part of the station's worn-in quiet. But when the night clerk sees Luna talking to the old man, his face goes pale. He says the old man has been dead for ten years. And the woman in the third row hasn't aged a day since she first appeared — no one knows why she waits, only that she's always there when the station goes dark. #GreyhoundStation #WinesburgOhio #TheWomanWhoWaits #TheOldMan #August1998 #MidnightBus #ThirdRow #PlasticChairs #FortyYears #NoAge #DeadTenYears #NightClerk #EmptyStation #Route30 #BleedingAir #FlickeringFluorescent #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1997, on a dead-end road outside a town called Meridian, a girl named Ella discovered a swing that didn't creak. It hung from a black walnut tree at the far edge of a field, and every evening she sat there until her mother called her in. But the swing didn't just sit still—it moved when there was no wind, and the imprint on the seat was always damp, even after a week of drought. When Ella's best friend touched the chains and her fingers came away cold, they stopped going there. But the swing never stopped moving. This is a story about the things we sense but refuse to name, about the weight of a seat that stays warm long after dusk. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #TheSwingAtTheEndOfHargroveLane #Meridian #BlackWalnutTree #Ella #Summer1997 #DeadEndRoad #EmptySwing #NoWind #DampSeat #ColdChains #NeighborhoodKids #Dusk #UnseenPresence #Luna #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1987, a traveling salesman checked into Room 14 at the El Rancho Motor Lodge outside Bernalillo, New Mexico. The room was ice-cold. The sheets were changed every day. But no one had slept in that bed since 1962. A story about a motel that never stopped honoring a reservation, the woman who kept the register, and what happens when you break a promise made to someone who was never there to begin with. Luna unfolds this one slowly, from the sound of the cicadas to the smell of the damp carpet, until you realize the vacancy sign has been flickering for twenty-five years for a reason. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #ElRanchoMotorLodge #BernalilloNewMexico #Room14 #VacancySign #CicadaSummer #1987 #TheNightClerk #OldRoute66 #RoadsideHorror #CreakingBed #IceColdRoom #MissMavis #Reservation # #NoShow #AtmosphericHorror #LunaReads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A night clerk's solitary shift at a roadside motel in eastern Oregon unravels when a late check-in leaves behind a handwritten note that shouldn't exist. Luna reads from the logbook of a place that isn't on any map anymore — a single room, a single key, and a knock that came three times after midnight. This is the story of what the clerk found in the drawer of the nightstand, and what he wrote down before he left his post for good. Told in the hush of a dim listening room, with the needle lifted off a vinyl record whose label reads 'Side B' in handwriting, this episode explores the quiet terror of a message meant for someone who was never supposed to read it. No gore, no jump scares — just the weight of a door left ajar at 3:15 AM on a cold October morning. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #NightClerk #BlueMoonMotel #Oregon #RoadsideMotel #HandwrittenNote #LunaNarrates #AnthologyHorror #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #VinylRecords #TapeHiss #Logbook #CheckIn #October #LateShift Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

August 1987. A handwritten ledger at the Lilac Motor Court, a twelve-room motel off Old Highway 17 in eastern Tennessee. Luna's aunt ran the place for thirty years, and the night before the auction, Luna helped her sort through the office. They found a registration card from 1973 — a man who checked in alone and never checked out. The room was sealed. The management never spoke of it. But that night, standing in the dark hallway with the key in her hand, Luna understood that some guests leave something behind. A quiet, atmospheric episode about memory, vacancy, and the weight of what is never said aloud. #LilacMotorCourt #OldHighway17 #Tennessee #August1987 #HandwrittenLedger #RegistrationCard #RoomEight #NeverCheckedOut #AuntMarge #DustAndMothballs #HushedDread #AtmosphericHorror #MemoryAndLoss #SmallTownMotel #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1988, a cartographer checking into a run-down motel in Pine Valley, Oregon, found a map room behind a locked door—a room filled with hand-drawn maps of towns that didn't exist, roads that led nowhere, and one map that seemed to know where she had been before she arrived. Luna recounts the story of Ellen Marsh, who spent three nights in that room, tracing lines that moved under her fingers, and the phone call she made just before the motel burned down. A slow-burn tale of obsession, geometry, and the places that exist between the lines. #PineValley #TheMapRoom #EllenMarsh #Cartography #MotelHorror #Oregon #1988 #HandDrawnMaps #LostHighways #UncannyValley #Obsession #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Anthology #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It's late summer, 1998, on a two-lane highway in western Missouri. The Grease Pit is a garage that used to be a gas station—concrete floor, a vending machine that hums, a payphone nobody uses. Luna's cousin Danny worked the night shift alone. He said he didn't mind the quiet. Then the calls started coming in after midnight. Not from a phone line. From the cars themselves—the ones waiting on the lift, the ones stacked out back, the ones that had been sitting dead for years. The ringing came from their dashboards. And when Danny answered one, the voice on the other end knew his name. This is the story of what he heard, what he found in the glove box of a '65 Mustang, and what he told me before he stopped talking about it entirely. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #SideB #GreasePit #Old61 #Missouri #Danny #Payphone #Mustang #CarCalls #GloveBox #Cassette #Summer98 #GarageShift #NightShift #HeldBreath #WhoCalled Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the gray hours before dawn on a frozen January morning in 1983, a waitress named Darla worked her final shift at the Starlite Diner on Route 17 outside Elko, Nevada. For three years she'd served coffee and pie to truckers and insomniacs, but that night a regular customer sat alone in booth seven and didn't order. He said something to her that she couldn't shake, and by the time the sun crept over the salt flats, Darla had seen a version of herself she didn't know existed. This is not a story about ghosts. It is about the moment a person realizes the life they're living is someone else's dream, and the terrible stillness that follows. Told in Luna's hushed, intimate register, this episode lingers on a single conversation and the small, irrevocable choice that ends a night—and maybe everything after. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #LunaNarrates #StarliteDiner #Route17 #ElkoNevada #AllNightDiner #ThirdShift #1983 #JanuaryNight #TheWaitress #BoothSeven #RegularCustomer #UnfinishedStory #QuietDread #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In 1987, on a cold November night somewhere outside Jericho Falls, a twelve-year-old boy named Caleb Weaver followed a sound through the trees. It was not an animal. It was not the wind. It was a low, pulsing hum, like a cello string being drawn across a rusted saw blade, coming from the far end of Parson's Auto Salvage. He went because he wanted to prove he wasn't afraid. He found a 1967 Ford Galaxie buried under a tarp, its radio playing static that resolved, if you listened long enough, into a single voice repeating his name. This is what happened after he stopped listening, and what kept him from ever sleeping in a room with a window open again. A story about thresholds, and the sound that waits on the other side. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #SideB #JerichoFalls #CountyRoad9 #ParsonsAutoSalvage #FordGalaxie #1967 #NovemberNight #Static #CalebWeaver #Thresholds #TheHum #AbandonedCars #MidwestHorror #SmallTown #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1987, a woman named Claire inherits a box of cassette tapes from her uncle, a failed salesman who spent his last years enrolled in the Wilkes School of Correspondence — a mail-order course in 'practical psychology.' The lessons are read by a woman with a voice that sounds like it's coming from a room much older than the tape. As Claire listens, she notices the instructions growing stranger: exercises in listening to silence, in repeating your own name until it becomes a stranger's, in describing the sound of nothing. The final tape contains a single instruction — and a question that Claire cannot answer. A story about what happens when you learn something you were never meant to understand. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #CassetteTapes #CorrespondenceCourse #WilkesSchool #Winter1987 #UncleRoy #Claire #Vermont #Listening #Silence #PracticalPsychology #MailOrder #Voice #Instruction #Question #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a late October night in 1998, when the payphone outside the abandoned Texaco station on Route 41 kept ringing. She stopped. She answered. And the voice on the other end knew her mother's maiden name, the color of her childhood bedroom, and the exact date of a fire she'd never told anyone about. Then it asked her to hold. This is the story of the call that lasted seven minutes and thirty-one seconds — and the voicemail she found on her answering machine the next morning, timestamped three hours before she answered. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Payphone #Route41 #Texaco #1998 #October #Missouri #AbandonedGasStation #PhoneCall #Voicemail #ThermalPaper #TruckStopDiner #RustyNail #Luna #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a night in August 1987 at the Paramount Drive-In outside Millbrook, Ohio, where the final reel of a forgotten horror film played something that wasn't on the print. The projectionist, a quiet man named Frank, had been running the same double feature for three weeks, and the regulars noticed the flicker at the edge of the frame. By the third night, the apparition in the background of the scene had taken a step closer. Luna sat in the front row of the empty lot, watching Frank thread the projector with trembling hands, and saw what the audience had been trying to unsee: a figure that moved independently of the film, a woman in a pale dress walking through the cornfield on screen, her path converging with the protagonist's. By the last screening, the film had become something else entirely, and Frank's final act was to burn the print in the parking lot. But Luna kept a single frame, and the woman in the frame is still moving. #ParamountDriveIn #MillbrookOhio #August1987 #FrankTheProjectionist #CinephileHorror #FilmPrintHaunting #WomanInTheFrame #DriveInHorror #ProjectionBooth #RewoundFilm #DoubleFeature #GasolineAndCelluloid #TheFlicker #CornfieldGhost #LastReel #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the late autumn of 1992, a woman named Elara started driving the empty stretch of Old Route 6 in western Pennsylvania, stopping at a defunct gas station with a pay phone that rang every night at the same time. No one was on the other end — just static and, sometimes, the sound of someone breathing. She didn't tell anyone until the night she answered and heard her own voice. A quiet, unsettling story about the call you can never un-receive, told by Luna in the dim warmth of a record-lit room. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #OldRoute6 #PayPhone #Static #Autumn #1992 #Pennsylvania #Elara #TheListeningPost #UnansweredCall #Breath #VoiceFromThePast #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

On a freezing December night in 1987, Luna steps into the empty waiting room of the Corinth, Ohio depot, drawn by a story she heard from a retired station agent. The last train left ten years ago, but someone still shows up to sweep the platform, polish the brass, and set the departure board to a destination that doesn't exist. In the basement, she finds a locked door with a timetable taped to it, updated weekly. The handwriting matches the agent's. The date on the next departure is tonight. The train is not on any railroad map. And the passengers who wait on the bench outside — they never blink, never speak, and their shoes are damp with something that smells like river mud. #CorinthOhio #abandoneddepot #ghosttrain #December1987 #frozenplatform #departureboard #lockeddoor #basement #timetable #nightshifts #solitary #emptywaitingroom #Luna #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #anthology #atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the fall of 1998, a volunteer archivist at the Blue Ridge Public Library in Wilkesboro, North Carolina, discovered a reel-to-reel tape in a donation box from the estate of a woman named Eleanor Parnell. The tape was unlabeled. When she played it, she heard a man's voice—calm, precise—describing what he called 'the procedure' for a process that sounded like surgery but wasn't. The recording cut off before he finished. She spent three nights trying to track down Eleanor Parnell's family. The last person she found was a granddaughter, who said, 'Grandma never talked about any tape. She talked about the man who whispered through the wall.' The archivist never published her finding. She only told me, because I asked about the library's closed-stack collection. I wish I hadn't asked. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BlueRidgeLibrary #Wilkesboro #ReelToReel #UnlabeledTape #MissingLabel #Archivist #EleanorParnell #TheProcedure #WhisperedThroughTheWall #ClosedStacks #1998 #VolunteerWork #SmallTownArchive #LunaNarrates #SoloHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Winter 1987. A small-town coat check girl begins to notice that the items left with her never seem to be reclaimed. Night after night, the same coat hangs untouched. The same gloves. The same hat. When she finally looks inside the coat pocket, she finds something that changes how she sees the entire inn—and the man who left it there. This episode is a slow-burn ghost story about a gift that cannot be returned, and the silence that fills a room after someone disappears without a trace. Luna tells it from the far end of an empty bar, with the jukebox unplugged and the heat off. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #CoatCheck #FoxHollowInn #Winter1987 #LostAndFound #GhostStory #SmallTownHorror #CoatPocket #Key #GreenCoat #Silence #Disappearance #Stranded #HushedDread #Atmospheric #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

On a humid August night in 1996, Luna bought a sealed vinyl copy of a long-forgotten folk album at a yard sale in Harlow, Kentucky. The record looked pristine, but when she finally played it, she found that Side B's final track was not the song listed on the label — it was something else. Something recorded live, somewhere underground, by someone who was not supposed to be there. Between the last two songs, there is a gap of static that lasts exactly one minute and seventeen seconds, and within that static, if you listen closely, you can hear a person pleading. This is the story of what Luna heard, who she tried to find, and the one phone number that still answers after all these years. No one she called believed her. But the number still works. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideBShow #VinylHorror #HarlowKentucky #TheGreyFolkSessions #1996 #Static #RecordPlayer #YardSale #FolkAlbum #HiddenTrack #PhoneNumber #TheManWhoAnswered #AudioEvidence #LunaNarrates #SoloHorror #AnalogHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1989, a disused cable station in the Illinois bottomlands received a single transmission on a line that had been dead for three years. Luna's uncle, a retired lineman, went to trace it. He found a room still warm, a chair still turned, and a reel-to-reel that had been recording silence for seventy-two hours. But the silence, he said later, had shape. This is the story of what he heard when he played it back, and why he never went near the lowland road again. A hushed, slow-burn episode about the sound of a place remembering itself. #LowlandCableStation #IllinoisBottomlands #UncleTed #ReelToReel #DeadLine #Transmission #Winter1989 #HollowSound #SilenceWithShape #Lineman #CableStation #ForgottenPlaces #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Solitude #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

December 1998. The All-Nite Grocery on Route 9 outside Millbrook, New York — a fluorescent-lit box of a store where nothing much ever happened. Until the night the woman in the long coat came through the automatic doors at 2:47 AM and asked for a pack of cigarettes she didn't smoke. Luna worked the register that winter. She remembers the cold air that followed the woman inside, remember how the woman's eyes never blinked, and remembers the list — six items written on yellow paper in a hand that looked like it had been traced over and over until the paper wore thin. The woman came back every night for two weeks. Same time. Same list. Same too-slow walk to the back aisle where the canned vegetables sat. Luna never saw her leave. The security footage showed the front door opening, but never closing. #AllNiteGrocery #Millbrook #Route9 #December1998 #Luna #lateShift #repeatingcustomer #yellowpaper #cannedvegetables #securityfootage #dread #fluorescentlight #wintercold #smalltown #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

June 1987. A stretch of Route 22 through eastern Oregon, past the turnoff for a town called Lost Creek that isn't on most maps anymore. I was driving back from a recording session in Pendleton when I saw the station wagon pulled over on the shoulder, hazards blinking. An older man stood beside it, waving me down. He needed a jump. I had cables. That's the part that stays in your head afterward — how ordinary it was, how easy, how I didn't think twice. But the engine didn't sound right when it turned over. And the way he looked at me through the windshield before I pulled away — not grateful, not relieved. Like he was trying to memorize my face. Three weeks later I read the newspaper clipping a friend sent me: a 1978 Ford Country Squire, blue, found abandoned at the bottom of a ravine two miles past the same stretch of road. The plates matched. The registration matched. The owner had been missing since 1972. #Route22 #Oregon #StationWagon #1972 #LostCreek #JumpStart #Ravine #FrozenFace #Roadside #Hazards #CountrySquire #Abandoned #Disappearance #June1987 #Memorize #Newspaper #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 2008, a photo booth at the abandoned Danforth Mall in upstate New York began printing pictures that no one took. Luna recounts the story of her friend Ezra, who worked the graveyard security shift and found the booth's footage folder corrupted with images of a woman standing in a room that didn't exist — until he recognized the wallpaper from the mall's old arcade, sealed off for a decade. The story moves from the hum of fluorescent lights to the static of a broken monitor, from a single frame of film to a door that should have stayed locked. It is a story about what gets left behind when a place closes, and what decides to stay. #DanforthMall #PhotoBooth #SecurityGuard #UpstateNewYork #EmptyMall #AbandonedPlaces #Winter2008 #Ezra #Arcade #FilmRoll #Static #SealedDoor #Linger #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna tells the story of Edwin Holister, a retired sound archivist who moved into a rented house on the edge of Packsaddle, Texas, and began recording the silence of the high desert at night. He thought he was capturing wind and coyotes. But on playback, he heard something else — a voice, buried beneath the static, speaking a language that had no known origin. When he tried to find the source, the recordings started changing. Luna describes the night she drove out to his house, the tape he played for her, and what she heard just before the reel ran out. A story about listening too closely, about sounds that remember, and about a man who stopped speaking altogether. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #FieldRecordings #PacksaddleTexas #EdwinHolister #Silence #DesertNight #SoundArchivist #MagneticTape #UnheardLanguage #TheListener #AudioHorror #TexasStory #SmallTownHorror #LunaReads #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A short drive off Highway 9 in Millbrook County sits the Rusty Nail, a bar that's been dying slowly since the paper mill closed in '94. The jukebox in the back corner never worked right — people put quarters in just to watch the mechanism jam. Then a regular named Walt claimed he heard something: a song playing backwards, slow and warped, with words that weren't English. Luna heard the story from the bartender's daughter, who heard it from Walt himself before he stopped coming around. By the time she got to the Rusty Nail, the jukebox was gone, but the hole it left in the room still hummed at a frequency you could feel in your teeth. This is a story about the things that get stuck in a place when the people leave. About the records we keep spinning long after the song is over. And about Walt, who never told anyone what he heard that last night — just that he wished he hadn't listened. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #TheRustyNail #MillbrookCounty #FinalEpisode #Jukebox #RecordPlayer #BackwardsMusic #Walt #BartendersDaughter #Highway9 #PaperMill #SmallTownBar #AudioHorror #Atmospheric #Dread #Unresolved Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1997, a woman named Eleanor checked into Room 8 of the Blue Heron Motel on the outskirts of Port Angeles, Washington. She was the only guest. For three nights, the night clerk heard her pacing, heard the television click on and off at odd hours, heard her talking in a voice that wasn't hers. On the fourth morning, her room was empty except for a single cassette tape on the nightstand. This is what was on it. Luna found the tape years later, buried in a box of unsold ephemera at an estate sale. She brought it home, threaded it into her deck, and listened. She hasn't been able to stop thinking about the sound of a key turning in a lock that wasn't there. No jumpscares. No monsters. Just a room, a woman, and a voice that came through the wall when it should have been silent. #BlueHeronMotel #PortAngeles #Room8 #Eleanor #CassetteTape #NightClerk #Autumn1997 #TheVoiceInTheWall #EstateSale #LonelyRoads #MotelHorror #PacificNorthwest #Unresolved #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1987. A backroad in Blackwood County, Ohio. A country church with a single bell tower that never rings. Luna found it on a detour during a thunderstorm, pulled in by the smell of wet stone and something else — burned cedar, maybe, or dried blood. An old man named Amos keeps the grounds, and he tells her about the bell: how it was forged in 1912, how it rang once and everyone who heard it died within the year, how the town sealed the tower and forbade its sound. But Luna heard something that night — a faint, single chime carried on the wind, even though the rope was tied. This is a slow, cold story about inherited silence, a community that chose to forget, and what happens when one person decides to listen anyway. #BlackwoodCounty #CountryChurch #AmosTheCaretaker #TheBellThatDoesntRing #ForgedIn1912 #CedarAndRain #September1987 #SmallTownOhio #SilentTower #WindChime #ForbiddenSound #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #FolkHorror #Anthology #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1992, just outside the town of Darden, Ohio. Luna's old high school friend Claire called her late one night with a story she couldn't keep to herself. Claire had moved into a house at the end of a gravel lane on Redmond Ridge, a low wooded hill that locals avoided after dark. At first it was just the dogs—neighbors' hounds baying at something in the treeline every night around 2 AM. Then Claire started hearing it too: a sound that wasn't quite barking, wasn't quite howling, but something in between. Something that seemed to answer the dogs. Something that moved closer each night. Luna drove out to stay with her for three nights, listening with her. By the third night, they learned what it was that lived on the ridge—and what it wanted. #RedmondRidge #DardenOhio #October1992 #TheBaying #GhostDogs #HuntingHorror #TreelineFear #DogHowl #LunaTranscript #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FolkHorror #OhioHorror #NightSounds #UncannyValley Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1994, just outside Pella, Iowa. Luna's uncle owned a roadside repair shop that doubled as a graveyard for broken CB radios. After closing time, he would sit in the dark waiting for a signal that never came from his wife who died in a crash on Harvest Moon Road. When Luna visited that autumn, she found him listening to static on a radio he'd rebuilt twelve times. She also found a recording he made the night before she arrived — twenty-seven minutes of a woman's voice reading mile markers, then silence, then a child asking where the light went. This is a story about what gets through when the line stays open after the last voice goes quiet. It is also about what happens when you answer. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #HarvestMoonRoad #PellaIowa #CBradio #Ghostfrequency #Static #Grief #Highway #1994 #Uncle #Repairshop #Iowa #Autumn #Midnight #Voicefromstatic #Answeredcall #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1997, Luna drove through the town of Whitefish Bend, Montana, and stopped at a bridge that wasn't on any map. An old man named Elias tended the lamps there, changing bulbs and wiping glass, even though the bridge led to nothing but a gravel patch and a stand of pines. He told her about the light that used to shine from the other side, and the people who crossed over when the fog rolled in. Luna listened as he described the night the last lamp went dark, and the silence that followed—a silence that still hums when the wind is right. This is a story about maintenance, and what it means to keep a light burning for those who cannot come back. About a man who never says goodbye, because he is still waiting for someone who might. #WhitefishBridge #EliasTheLamplighter #Montana #1997 #Fog #Bridge #Lights #Crossing #Liminal #Waiting #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Atmospheric #Quietdread #Slowburn #Narrativestorytelling #Folklorehorror #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1999, I drove through a stretch of western Kansas that the maps had forgotten to update. The town was called Prophet — a name I later learned the residents had tried twice to have changed. I went there because of a voicemail left on my machine by a man named Harlan Cross, who said he had something to show me in the bell tower of Saint Anne's Catholic Church. What I found was a man who had spent forty years tuning a single bell to a frequency that could not exist. He showed me the recordings. He showed me the hairline fractures in the stone. And he told me why the bell had to ring at exactly 3:17 each morning — a time that appears nowhere in the liturgical calendar. This is the story of what I heard in that tower, and the three seconds of silence that followed the final toll. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #SideB #ProphetKansas #SaintAnnesBell #HarlanCross #BellTower #AcousticHorror #1999 #Autumn #Kansas #CatholicChurch #ImpossibleSound #Frequency #TheBellOfSaintAnne #317AM #Unsilence #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1987, on a parched stretch of Route 66 in Arizona, Luna spent a single night at the Loma Vista Motor Inn — a motel whose walls seemed to remember every guest who had ever passed through. The room was cool, the pool was empty, and the air conditioner hummed a low, constant note. But it was the room next door that drew her attention: a door that stayed closed, a window that stayed dark, and a story told not by the manager but by a woman sitting alone by the pool after midnight. What Luna learned about Room 12 — and what she heard through the thin wall in the small hours — has stayed with her ever since. This is a story about the spaces between people, the echoes we leave behind, and the difference between vacancy and emptiness. No ghosts. No screams. Just a room that refused to forget its last occupant, and a silence that felt like it was waiting for someone to break it. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Route66 #Arizona #LomaVistaMotorInn #Room12 #1987 #MotelHorror #Loneliness #EmptyPool #AirConditionerHum #Echoes #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #NarrativeHorror #RetroHorror #TrueStoryVibes #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1997, a fire gutted The Spindle, a vinyl record store in the small town of Dutton, Oregon. Luna knew the owner, an older man named Cal who kept a locked back room no one ever entered. After the fire, the building was condemned, but Luna went back one last time to see what survived. What she found in the ashes — a single vinyl record, intact, with no label — pulled her into a story Cal had never told. This episode is about what happens when a secret is pressed into wax, and the sound that plays when no one else is listening. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #RecordStoreFire #DuttonOregon #CalSpindle #VinylRecord #LockedRoom #Ashes #MysteriousRecord #NoLabel #1997 #SmallTown #SummerNight #Grief #Obsession #AudioHorror #Atmospheric #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1987, a small-town night dispatcher named Carol Anne took the graveyard shift at the old Bell exchange in Granite Falls, Wisconsin. The switchboard was about to be decommissioned, and she was the last operator to sit alone in that basement room with its rows of blinking lights and humming cords. That night, the board lit up with a single incoming call from a number that had been disconnected for thirty years. The voice on the other end was a child, asking for her mother. Carol Anne traced the call to a cemetery. This is the story of what she heard, what she said, and why she still refuses to talk about it. #GraniteFalls #Switchboard #CarolAnne #BellExchange #DisconnectedNumber #Cemetery #ChildsVoice #GraveyardShift #1987 #LastOperator #Wisconsin #SmallTownHorror #PhantomCall #ATaleOfLoss #Midnight #Autumn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #BsideHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the fall of 2009, a late-night DJ at a rural Oklahoma AM station named KRVL began receiving requests for a song he didn't recognize. The caller insisted it was the B-side of a 45 he'd played the night before. But the station had no such record. Over the next three nights, the same request came from different voices, at exactly 3:17 AM. The DJ started recording the calls. By the fourth night, he understood why the song had never been released, and why someone was desperate to hear it one more time. #KRVL #Oklahoma #LateNightRadio #ForgottenSongs #TheBside #LostMedia #RuralHorror #AMRadio #GhostCalls #2009 #Autumn #DJ #Record #Unreleased #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AudioHorror #SoloNarration #SideB #BsideHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A dark February night in 1998. Luna pulls into the empty gravel lot behind a shuttered movie theater in Pella, Iowa, to wait out a storm. She's not alone. A woman in a green coat is sitting on the hood of a rusted Cutlass, watching the theater's back door as if expecting someone who hasn't walked through it in twenty-two years. Luna stays longer than she should, and the woman tells her about the last matinee—a double feature that ended with a body on the floor, a projectionist who never came home, and a print of a film that was never finished. By the time Luna leaves, the storm has passed, but she keeps seeing the woman's face in her rearview mirror. The theater is still there. The gravel lot is still empty. And some nights, if you drive past slow enough, the marquee flickers on for just a second, spelling out a title you've never heard of. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #PellaIowa #MidwestGothic #AbandonedTheater #1998 #GravelLot #GreenCoat #RustedCutlass #LastMatinee #Projectionist #UnfinishedFilm #StormNight #VintageHorror #GhostStory #SmallTownSecrets #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 1993, a man walks into a diner in the dying town of Meridian, Wyoming, and plays the same song on the jukebox every night for twelve nights. The waitress who serves him remembers his quiet voice, his neat coat, the way he never finished his coffee. On the thirteenth night, she follows him home. What she finds in his rented room — a turntable, a single record, a stack of letters addressed to a woman who died in 1987 — peels back a loneliness so deep it leaves a mark. Luna tells the story of Karl Vogel, who came to Meridian to find a ghost, and found something worse: the exact shape of an absence. No jump scares. No monsters. Just a man, a song, and the space where someone used to be. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #StarliteDiner #MeridianWyoming #Jukebox #KarlVogel #GhostStory #Loneliness #Grief #1993 #Vinyl #SlowBurnHorror #Atmospheric #NarrativePodcast #TrueStories #Waiting #Absence #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A lonely stretch of Oklahoma highway. A gas station that shouldn't exist. A 45 RPM single with no label. In 2019, on a humid July night, Luna pulled off the interstate to clear her head and found a record that plays something that was never recorded — a song from a singer who died in 1967, singing words she never wrote. The attendant who sold it to her didn't seem surprised. The car that drove away without headlights didn't seem to belong to this year. By the time Luna reached the next town, the record was gone — but the song stayed in her head, and it keeps playing, even when there's no turntable. This is the story of what happens when you hear something that was never meant to be heard, and how some roads are only on the map because they want you to find them. #SaltCreekRoad #Oklahoma #GasStationHorror #TheMissingSinger #45RPM #June1967 #LunalightRecordings #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #VinylHorror #GhostSong #RoadsideHorror #SmallTownOklahoma #TheAttendant #NoHeadlights #HumidJuly #UnheardMelody #SideB #BsideHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the summer of 2008, I found a vinyl record in a thrift store outside Creston, Ohio—a town so small the main street ends in a cornfield. The label said 'Side B' in someone's handwriting. I bought it for a dollar. I didn't own a turntable then. But the record followed me. Through three moves, a breakup, a cross-country drive. It was always in the last box I unpacked, always facedown. When I finally got a turntable, I put it on one night in late October. The needle hit the groove and I heard a woman's voice—not music, not a story. She was talking to someone. And she was afraid. This is the story of that night, and the thing I heard that I can't unhear. #SideB #TheHollowayRecord #CrestonOhio #Thriftstorevinyl #Foundrecording #Voicefromthegroove #Horrorpodcast #FexingoHorror #LunaReads #Anthologyhorror #Supernatural #Ghostvoices #Unexplained #Paranormal #Vintagevinyl #OctoberNight #Recordplayer #Creepystory #BsideHorror #VinylHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo