Ten Fathoms — Fexingo Horror

In the winter of 1999, the town of Port Suffering, Maine, had a problem no one wanted to talk about. The fog bell at Half-Moon Inlet had been ringing every night since the dredge boat the Margaret Rose went down in November. Old Mrs. Carmody said it was the souls of the drowned trying to find their way home. The Coast Guard said it was a loose chain. But when Luna's uncle, a retired lobsterman, took her out to the inlet on a dead-cold December night, they found something else entirely. The bell was ringing from inside the bell tower—but the tower had been empty for years. And the sound wasn't a bell at all. It was a voice. This is a story about what happens when the dead don't want to be found. When you listen to the bell, the bell listens back. And when you count the rings, you start to forget which number you're on. By the time the fog lifts, you're not sure if you're still in the boat, or if you ever left the bottom of the sea. #HalfMoonInlet #PortSufferingMaine #FogBell #DrownedSouls #MargaretRose #LunasUncle #GhostBoat #WinterHorror #MaineCoast #BellTower #CountTheRings #FogHorror #SeaGhosts #DredgeBoat #HushedTerror #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 2023, on the coast of Massachusetts. Luna hears about a salvage diver who found a bell on a wreck no one else would touch — the Mermaid's Purse, a charter boat that went down with six people in 1998. The diver brought the bell up, cleaned it, and hung it in his workshop. Then the calls started coming at night. Not a phone ringing — the bell ringing, inside its glass case, without being touched. And each time it rang, someone who had been on that boat called him, alive or dead. A quiet, creeping story about what follows you up from the deep, and about the things we choose to forget until they ring for our attention. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #MermaidsPurse #SalvageDiver #SunkBoat #Shipwreck #Bell #GhostStory #MassachusettsCoast #SalemSound #DeepSeaHorror #Drowning #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SoloNarration #LunaReads #OceanHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A lone fisherman recounts a night on Stillwater Reach where the fog carried a bell that didn't belong. What he found in the shallows beneath an abandoned lighthouse was not a shipwreck—but something that had been waiting for someone to listen. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Lighthouse #Fog #Bell #StillwaterReach #Fisherman #Dawn #Silence #Mist #Water #Solitude #Echo #Lost #Listen #Abandoned #Night Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In October of '95, Luna's uncle took her to Echo Cove, a narrow inlet off the coast of Maine where the fishing had always been good. But that night, the water was too still, the fog too thick, and the fish they hauled up weren't fish at all. Something in the cove was returning what was thrown in—every lure, every hook, every thing lost to the deep. And when they pulled the anchor, something pulled back. A story about debts owed to the dark, and the one catch you never want to make. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EchoCove #Maine #DeepSea #Catch #Uncle #1995 #Fog #Anchor #LostThings #Returned #Debt #Fisherman #Inlet #NightFishing #Luna #SolitaryVoice Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

I spent a summer working the night shift at Redbank Marina, on the Stillwater River where it bends past the old paper mill. Nothing ever happened there—just fuel pumps, rental skiffs, the occasional drunk angler. But that July, a woman in a yellow raincoat kept appearing at the end of Pontoon G. She never said a word. She just pointed down. I thought she was a ghost, or a prank. I was wrong. What I saw under that pontoon—what I heard when I finally looked—changed how I feel about still water. This is a story about a sound that shouldn't exist, a man who forgot to be afraid, and the thing that waits where the river goes dark. #RedbankMarina #PontoonG #StillwaterRiver #NightShiftHorror #YellowRaincoat #ThePointingWoman #SoundUnderwater #July1997 #MaineHorror #FogRiver #PaperMillGhost #BoatPoem #MisterHollis #AnchorChainSound #LunaHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

On a still night in early November, Luna follows a stranger to the tide pools below Black Rock Point, a stretch of Maine coast locals avoid after dark. The man claims his daughter drowned there twenty years ago, but he never found her body. Together they walk the wet rocks by flashlight, searching for something he calls 'the pockets' — underwater caves that breathe. What he finds is not a body. And what follows her home afterward is not a ghost. A quiet, salt-stained story about grief, repetition, and the things that cling to the underside of the tide. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #TidePools #BlackRockPoint #MaineCoast #Drowning #Grief #Flashlight #UnderwaterCaves #ThePockets #BreathingHoles #November #NightWalk #SaltWater #WetRocks #Revenant #CreepingHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

December 2023, on the mudflats below Port Townsend. Eleanor Bouchard had tonged the same oyster bed for forty-two years, since her father taught her at twelve. Then the Army Corps dredged the channel, and the water went strange. First the oysters came up empty, shells clean as a whistle. Then the mud itself seemed wrong, sucking at her skiff like something pulling from below. When she found the first one—a shell the size of a dinner plate, closed so tight a knife couldn't pry it—she thought it was a mistake. But they kept coming. And whatever was inside those shells, it wasn't an oyster. This is the story of what Eleanor dragged up from the bottom, and what dragged back. #HooliganFlats #PortTownsend #EleanorBouchard #oysterbed #dredging #ArmyCorps #tidepool #mudflat #shellfish #whatsinside #notoysters #Decemberfog #fortyyears #fathersdaughter #fisherwoman #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It's November on the coast of Maine, and Luna is spending a week at her uncle's fishing camp near the village of Frenchman's Cove. The camp sits at the end of a long gravel road, and at the end of that road is a pier that juts into the fog. On the second night, she hears a sound she can't place: a low, rhythmic drumming, muffled and wet, as if something is being struck far beneath the water. The local lobsterman, Elias Vane, tells her it's nothing—just the tide working on a loose plank. But the sound has a pattern, a kind of counting, and it seems to move along the coastline as if following something. Luna rows out to the pier's end alone, and what she finds there isn't a loose plank. It's a message, written in a language she almost understands, and a hand that reaches up from the dark to correct her reading. #TheSoundAtTheEndOfThePier #FrenchmansCove #Maine #November #Pier #Drumming #Underwater #Message #Hand #Counting #Tide #Fog #Lobsterman #EliasVane #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Winter, 1997. A traveler checks into a crumbling seaside inn on the coast of Maine, drawn by a fog that seems to follow the road. The innkeeper warns him about Room Six — the drowning room, she calls it — where guests hear water where there is none. He stays anyway. What he finds in that room is not a leak, not a ghost, but a presence that remembers the weight of the sea. A story about the rooms we choose and the tides we cannot outrun. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #TheWhistlingMermaidInn #RoomSix #MaineCoast #Winter1997 #DrowningRoom #Fog #Innkeeper #SeaHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SoloNarration #Anthology #ListenersOfHorror #IndieHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the late autumn of 2019, Luna found herself at the clapboard boat shop of Elias Vane on the Blackberry River in western Massachusetts. Known as the last man who could make a wooden hull hold the dark water, Elias worked by lamplight and trusted no one with his methods. But when Luna knocked on his door seeking a repair for her own skiff, she found something larger and older behind his silence — a thing that had been waiting in the river's deepest pool, patient as the current. A story about the weight of what we carry forward and what must remain unseen. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #Boatwright #BlackberryRiver #EliasVane #TheKeeperOfTheHull #RiverHorror #NewEnglandHorror #WoodenBoat #Autumn #Massachusetts #Silence #Cedar #DeepWater #Tradition #Unseen #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna hears about a midnight mooring near Dry Salvages, a cluster of sea-smooth rocks off the coast of a small Maine town. In the winter of 1989, a lobsterman named Ellis Coombs picked up a sound on his hydrophone—a low hum with no source. When he hauled his traps, he found something that shouldn't have been there: a rope, braided from kelp and human hair, tied to a stone carved with a symbol no one recognized. That night, he followed the rope down, and the fog rolled in thick as milk. This is the story of what he saw beneath the surface, and what looked back. #DrySalvages #EllisCoombs #MaineCoast #MidnightMooring #KelpRope #HumanHair #StoneMarker #HydrophoneHum #FogBank #ColdAtlantic #Winter1989 #LobsterBoat #WhatLivesBelow #EyesInTheDark #TheWeightOfWater #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recounts a night in October 2019 when she anchored her boat near the abandoned dredge 'Catherine M' in Pea Island Channel, North Carolina. The dredge had been moored there for years, a rusting hulk that local fishermen avoided after dark. But on that still, moonless night, Luna heard the sound of its machinery grinding to life. She tells the story of what she saw through the fog and what she heard over the radio from a man who claimed to be the dredge's last operator. A quiet, creeping tale about the work that never stops, even when no one is left to do it. #PeaIslandChannel #CatherineMDredge #AbandonedDredge #OuterBanks #NorthCarolina #OctoberNight #Fog #RadioTransmission #Machinery #GhostShip #MaritimeHorror #Luna #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

At a quarter past three on a September morning, Luna moored at a derelict dock on Stillwater Reach, a stagnant arm of the river where the current died and the fog lay thick as cotton. She had come to check on a friend's trapline — old Samuel Croft, who had stopped answering his radio three days before. What she found was a camp abandoned mid-task, a wet sleeping bag, a single boot, and a handwritten log that grew stranger with each entry. The last page held one line in Samuel's hand: 'She is singing again.' The water there does not flow. It listens. #StillwaterReach #SamuelCroft #FishingBoatHorror #RiverFog #AbandonedCamp #HandwrittenLog #SingingInTheWater #LunaNarrates #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #Dread #Mystery #WaterHorror #SoloNarration #HushedVoice #DeepRiver Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recounts the night she met the old woman who tended the bell buoy at Blackbird Shoal, a lonely stretch of water off the coast of Miskatonic County. It was late autumn, just before the first freeze, and the fog had settled in thick. The woman had been out there for decades, she said, ringing the bell by hand when the mechanism failed. But the more Luna listened, the clearer it became that the bell wasn't warning ships away from rocks—it was calling something up from below. And the old woman wasn't alone out there. There was something in the water with her, something that had been waiting a long time. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #Luna #BlackbirdShoal #BellBuoy #MiskatonicCounty #Fog #Autumn #OldWoman #SeaHorror #Dread #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #Folklore #Lighthouse #DeepWater Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the gray hour before dawn, Luna steers her boat through pea-soup fog toward a shoal she knows she should avoid. The brass bell in her wheelhouse rings on its own, and she finds a woman standing on a half-sunken ledge, ringing her own bell in answer. The woman is waiting for something. Or someone. And she has been waiting a very long time. A quiet, waterlogged horror about obligation, repetition, and the sound that keeps you tethered to the world. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #TheBellAtBlackbirdShoal #FogAtDawn #LunaAtTheWheel #BrassBell #ShoalWoman #BlackbirdShoal #MaineCoast #Drowned #Ferryman #Waiting #Tolling #WaterHorror #Atmospheric #SoloNarrated #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

An old fisherman on the Gulf Coast teaches a younger woman the secret of a vanished island — Skeleton Key, a place that appears only at the lowest winter tide and is said to hold the remains of every boat it has ever claimed. She follows him there one December morning, and what they find in the tidal pools is not driftwood. A story about the temptation of things that do not want to be found, and the price of looking too long. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SkeletonKey #GulfCoast #LouisianaBayou #WinterTide #Fisherman #Luna #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #TidalPools #VanishedIsland #OldHollowGum #DecemberMorning #GreyLight #ThePriceOfLooking Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1989, a woman named Ellen Shire took a job as the temporary lightkeeper on Edgemoore Island, a bare rock shelf a mile off the coast of Cunningham, Maine. The lighthouse had been automated for a decade, but the Coast Guard needed someone to stay through December for a radio relay experiment. Ellen — a retired marine biologist who had lost her husband to the sea three years prior — saw it as a quiet way to spend the holidays alone. She lasted seven nights. On the eighth night, she stopped logging the weather readings. I found her journal wedged behind the fog bell when I anchored there last October. It's not the isolation that breaks her. It's the light itself — and what it reveals when the tide is exactly halfway between ebb and flood. No one else has read this journal. I'm not sure anyone should have. #EdgemooreLight #HalfTide #CunninghamMaine #LighthouseHorror #EllenShire #FogBell #December1989 #TideCycle #Lightkeeper #Isolation #SeaJournal #WhatTheTideReveals #CoastalHorror #Midnight #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #LunaReads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a foggy night off the coast of Maine, where she stopped at a lighthouse that had been automated for decades—only to find its foghorn still sounding by hand. The keeper she met there had been alone for thirty years, sounding the horn against a danger that had nothing to do with ships. A story about solitude, duty, and the things we hold at bay with sound. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #LighthouseHorror #Fog #Maine #StonyPoint #Foghorn #TheKeeper #Solitude #Duty #SoundHorror #WhatLivesInTheFog #Luna #Anthology #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Unresolved Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the spring of 1997, Luna's uncle lost his boat — a forty-year-old lobster trawler named the Whimbrel — to something that wasn't a storm, wasn't a reef, and wasn't mechanical failure. He never talked about it, not once, until the night he sat her down on the porch of his shack at Goose Cove, Maine, and told her what he saw in the water at half past three in the morning, three miles off Little Duck Island. A single light. A sound like a bell struck under pressure. And then the Whimbrel went down so fast he barely got into the skiff. This is his story, breath for breath, as he told it to her. She still doesn't know if she believes him. But she knows he believed it. #GooseCove #LittleDuckIsland #theWhimbrel #UncleCaleb #Maine #lobsterboat #thinginthewater #singlelight #bellunderpressure #sunkenvessel #creak #hull #oilskin #fog #halfpastthree #spring1997 #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2018, a fisherman named Harlan Croft anchored off Sorrow Island in the middle of Lake Champlain and heard something no one else had heard in forty years — the underwater bells of a drowned church. He came back to town with a story about a woman in a yellow raincoat who counted each ring from a skiff in the fog. This is what she told him before the water took the light. #SorrowIsland #LakeChamplain #drownedchurch #underwaterbells #yellowraincoat #HarlanCroft #fog #October #2018 #abandoned #skiff #belltower #drowning #isolation #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #soloanthology #tenfathoms Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 1998, Luna's uncle ran a small general store in the dying town of Pender's Reach, Oregon. The store received its stock from a delivery truck that came every Thursday at dusk, rain or shine. But one Thursday in late October, the truck arrived early, and the driver's face was wrong. Luna was thirteen that year, and she remembers the way the canned goods on the shelves seemed to breathe. She remembers the sound the brass bell above the door made when the wind caught it—a sound that was not a bell at all. This is the story of what came off that truck, and what her uncle had to do to keep the store open for another week. It is a story about isolation, about the price of convenience, and about the shape of a man's mouth when he has forgotten how to speak. #PendersReach #Oregon #GeneralStore #DeliveryTruck #Uncle #Autumn1998 #BrassBell #WrongFace #CannedGoods #BreathingShelves #SmallTown #Isolation #PriceOfConvenience #Forgetting #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2019, Luna received a voicemail from her uncle Elias, a commercial fisherman out of Gray Harbor, Maine. He sounded wrong — hollow, like he was speaking from underwater. He said he'd pulled something up from Halfmoon Shoal, something that wasn't a fish. The next morning she drove six hours to a town that no longer existed on any map. The harbormaster denied that Elias had ever worked there. But the Old Wharf Café was still open, and the waitress's hands were webbed. By sundown Luna was in a borrowed skiff, motoring into fog so thick the compass spun. This is what she found at the coordinates Elias left on her voicemail. This is what followed her back. A story about family, and the deep places that remember what we try to forget. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #HalfmoonShoal #GrayHarbor #DeepSeaHorror #Fisherman #Voicemail #UncleElias #OldWharfCafe #WebbedFingers #CompassSpin #Fog #BelowTheWaves #FamilyCurse #WhatCameBack #MaineCoast #Stranded Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 1998. A dry summer has dropped the water level in Lost Creek Reservoir by fifteen feet, exposing things that should have stayed submerged. Luna's cousin Eddie takes his johnboat past the No Trespassing buoys to fish the old channel—and finds a navigation beacon still burning, bolted to a rock ledge that hasn't been above water since the valley was flooded in 1953. The light is not electrical. The light is not powered by anything a battery can explain. Eddie spends one night on the water with that beacon, and what he sees under the hull when the beam sweeps past will not leave him. Luna tells it leaning against the wheelhouse, the fog so thick the bow of her own boat disappears. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #TheLightUnderGravellyPoint #LostCreekReservoir #NavigationBeacon #DrownedValley #Eddie #Johnboat #1998 #September #DrySummer #FifteenFeet #WhatLivesInTheDark #Beacon #Submerged #Luna #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 1989, a woman named Cora Voss took the night shift at the Greely Point Coast Guard station, a lonely outpost on a spit of land that juts into Lake Superior. Her job was to keep the navigation beacon burning through the worst of the season's storms. But the beacon had been acting strange — flickering at odd hours, sometimes showing a light where no light should be. One night in February, with a blizzard closing in and the lake roaring like a living thing, Cora saw a figure standing on the ice beyond the breakwall. A woman in a dark coat, motionless, facing the station. Cora radioed the mainland. No one else was out there. She watched for an hour, then two, as the figure never moved, never blinked, never left. When dawn came, the ice was empty. But the beacon had stopped working. And in the station logbook, written in a hand she didn't recognize, was an entry dated the same night — fifty years earlier. #GreelyPoint #LakeSuperior #CoraVoss #BeaconKeeper #CoastGuard #WinterStorm #Blizzard #FebruaryNight #StationLog #IceFigure #LighthouseHorror #SuperiorLore #FrozenLake #DisappearingFigure #HauntedBeacon #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1987. A woman named Carrie rents a cabin on a man-made pond in northern Minnesota, hoping for a quiet weekend alone. The cabin belongs to an old fishing guide named Larsen, who warns her about a crib—a submerged structure built decades ago to attract fish. But the crib wasn't built for fish. It was built for something else. Carrie hears sounds at night. A dull thud against the dock. A child's voice, calling from the water. She tells herself it's a loon, a frog, the wind. But when she looks out at the pond after dark, she sees a shape beneath the surface, pale and still, rocking in place. And she remembers what Larsen said: 'If you hear it call your name, don't answer.' This is a story about what lives in the cold dark water, and the people who choose to look. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #LarsensPond #TheCrib #CreepyCabin #SubmergedHorror #LakeMystery #DrownedChild #MinnesotaHorror #OctoberNight #WaterHorror #FishingLodge #CreepyLullaby #SomethingInTheWater #HauntedLake #QuietDread #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In October 1987, drought drained Grayson Lake to its mud-caked floor, revealing a house that had been submerged for thirty years. No one remembered it being there. Luna's uncle, a diver for the county, was sent to check the foundation before the rains came back. He came home pale, smelling of silt and something else. He told Luna what he saw through a window: a kitchen table set for two, a child's bicycle against the wall, and the slow, patient movement of something that had been waiting for the water to leave. This episode is a quiet, lingering horror about forgotten places and the things that refuse to be drowned. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SubmergedHouse #GraysonLake #DroughtHorror #AbandonedPlaces #Uncle #1987 #DeepWater #Reservoir #FloodedTown #FamilySecrets #MudAndSilt #KitchenTable #ChildsBicycle #Waiting #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

I spent the summer of 2019 working the night shift at the Lost Lake Overlook, a scenic pull-off on an old logging road in the Oregon Coast Range. It was a lonely job—just me, a folding chair, and a wooden gate I had to close at midnight. But the third week, I started noticing a woman standing at the edge of the cliff. She wore a blue dress, no jacket, no shoes. She was always there just after eleven, staring down at the water two hundred feet below. I never saw her arrive. I never saw her leave. But the night I finally spoke to her, she told me something that made the temperature drop ten degrees. This is a story about what waits at the edge of things, and what happens when you look too long. #LostLakeOverlook #BlueDress #OregonCoastRange #NightShift #CliffEdge #Fog #MoonlessNight #DisappearingWoman #ElevenPM #FoldingChair #OldLoggingRoad #Summer2019 #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #TenFathoms Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

On a fog-shrouded dawn in November 1987, Luna motored into the slack water above Blackwater Dam, a structure that had stood abandoned since the Corps decommissioned it in '72. She had been hired by a retired engineer named Hollis Webb to record the dam's sounds before it was slated for demolition — a strange request, but the money was good. Over three days, she learned that the dam had been built on top of a town that was never meant to be flooded, and that something still waited in the deep lock chamber. Hollis didn't tell her about the night watchman who never left his post, or the light that still glowed behind the water-stained windows of the control room. By the third night, Luna understood why the dam had to fall — and why some things should never be recorded on tape. She has the tapes still. She doesn't play them. #BlackwaterDam #HollisWebb #TheLockkeeper #FogDawn #November1987 #AbandonedDam #FloodedTown #LockChamber #RecordedSounds #NightWatchman #ControlRoomLight #UnderwaterBell #TapeRecorder #Drowning #EchoLocator #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

October 1987, outside the town of Potter's Hollow, Nebraska. A farmer's son goes missing for three days and returns with a story about the grain silo behind his father's barn—a silo that had stood empty for years, its door rusted shut. He tells of a voice that spoke from the dark, a voice that knew his name, and a pact he made to get out. But when the father goes to investigate, he finds the silo full of grain. Knee-deep, waist-deep, rising. And the voice is still there, waiting for the next bargain. Luna recounts a story her uncle told her once, leaning forward at a kitchen table, coffee gone cold, about the night the silo swallowed a man whole and spat out someone who wasn't quite his son. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #AnthologyHorror #PotterHollow #Nebraska #GrainSilo #October1987 #MissingPerson #Bargain #VoiceInTheDark #FarmHorror #RuralHorror #BodyHorror #Implication #LunaReads #HorrorStory #CreepyPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A woman named Claire stops at an all-night diner outside Frost Hollow, Vermont, during a January blizzard. The waitress warns her about a ferry that still crosses the frozen river at midnight, even though the bridge has been closed for decades. Claire dismisses it as small-town superstition — until her car stalls on the deserted road and she sees a lantern swinging in the dark. The ferryman doesn't speak, doesn't blink, and the boat he rows leaves no wake in the ice. By the time she reaches the far bank, she understands why no one from Frost Hollow ever takes that crossing twice. But the blizzard is still blowing, and the only road out goes back through the same black water. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #FrostHollow #Ferryman #Blizzard #Vermont #FrozenRiver #Lantern #AllNightDiner #Claire #MidnightCrossing #GhostFerry #SmallTown #Superstition #WinterHorror #AtmosphericHorror #CreepyTales Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

September 2019, just outside the town of Cedar Flats, Oregon. I went there to look at a gate. A cattle guard on a dirt road that someone had rebuilt out of human bones. Not a display, not a warning — it was built like a bridge, like a threshold you were meant to cross. I talked to the old man who found it, a retired logger named Harlan Goss. He showed me the tire tracks that led up to it and stopped. He showed me the footprints that led through it and didn't come back. I walked the line of that gate myself, counted the bones — femurs, ribs, a perfect row of skulls at the top. And at dusk, while I stood there alone, something on the other side began to move. Not loud, not fast — just a shift in the dark, like a door swinging open in a house you thought was empty. This is what I saw. This is what I cannot stop seeing. #CedarFlats #BoneGate #HarlanGoss #Oregon #September2019 #DirtRoad #CattleGuard #Threshold #Femurs #Skulls #Dusk #TireTracks #Footprints #SomethingMoving #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

It's late October in the town of Meridian Falls, and the rains have been unseasonably heavy. The river that runs under Old Mill Bridge has risen to a level no one in living memory has seen. Luna drives out there just after midnight, not sure why, not sure what she's looking for. She finds an old man standing at the center of the bridge, staring down into the dark water. He doesn't seem surprised to see her. He tells her about the seventh crossing—the one that happens only when the water is high enough to cover the old millstone at the bottom. He says he's been waiting for this night for sixty-three years. And he asks her to stay and watch. What follows is a quiet, patient ritual—something ancient and deliberate—and Luna finds herself caught in the space between what the water remembers and what the living have forgotten. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #OldMillBridge #MeridianFalls #SeventhCrossing #TheRisingWater #OctoberRain #Midnight #TheOldMan #TheMillstone #RiverMemory #DeliberateRitual #WhatTheWaterRemembers #Witness #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2002, a state trooper named Harlan Dane drove the same stretch of Oklahoma backroad every night for twenty-three years. He knew every curve, every mailbox, every dog that barked from a porch. But on a night in late October, the road began to change—not the pavement, but the feeling behind it. A woman’s voice on the radio, an abandoned sedan with the engine still warm, and a bridge that shouldn’t have been there. Luna retraces Harlan’s final shift mile by mile, stopping at the spot where the guardrail ends and the fog begins. This is a story about the last thing a man sees before he disappears. About the one light that never goes out. And about a bridge that only appears when you’re not looking for it. #WagonWheelBridge #OklahomaBackroads #StateTrooper #HarlanDane #AutumnHorror #TheFog #RadioStatic #AbandonedSedan #MissingPerson #SmallTown #ColdCase #BridgeToNowhere #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #LunaNarrates #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a story she heard in the winter of 2017, in the small town of Kettle Falls, Washington. A woman named Elara claimed she had been dragging the Colville River every night for weeks, pulling something heavy from the bottom. The townsfolk thought she was grieving her missing daughter, but the riverkeeper knew different. One December midnight, Luna stood on the frozen bank and watched Elara haul up a rusted iron cage—with something inside that still breathed. A quiet, dripping horror about grief, water, and the things we refuse to let go. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #KettleFalls #ColvilleRiver #TheIronCage #RiverDredging #Grief #MissingChild #WinterHorror #Fog #Boat #BrassBell #SmallTown #WashingtonState #Rust #WaterHorror #Luna #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna remembers a winter night in the small Vermont town of Coldbrook, where she and her father tended the historic Parson's Stair — a covered wooden bridge with eighty-seven steps, each one dated with a town death. On the night of December 22nd, 1998, the sixth step creaked with a sound that was not wood, and the date carved into it — October 17th, 1987 — began to bleed. What she found at the bottom of the stair brought her closer to the town's secret ledger than anyone had been in a century. A story about grief etched into wood, the weight of a single notch, and the cold that comes when a debt is finally called in. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #ParsonStair #ColdbrookVT #CoveredBridge #WinterHorror #WoodenSteps #DateCarving #BleedingWood #GenerationalCurse #SmallTownSecrets #DecemberNight #ManInTheFog #EightySevenSteps #LedgerOfTheDead #OldDeaths #DebtCalledIn #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna tells the story of a night she spent anchored above the lost town of Port Mercy, a village swallowed by the reservoir in 1959. She was tasked with documenting the bell of the old St. Anne's Church, still rumored to ring underwater. But when she dove down to the steeple, she found the bell was not alone — and something inside the sunken church had learned to answer. #TenFathoms #DrownedChurch #PortMercy #Reservoir #Luna #FishingBoat #Fog #Bell #SunkenTown #StAnnesChurch #UnderwaterHorror #1959 #HauntedWater #DrownedVillage #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna remembers a cold October night in 2019, when she pulled into the empty lot beside Skelton Crossing's old grain elevator — a place the locals whisper about. She met an old woman named Etta Mae who was tying strips of cloth to the branches of a twisted oak tree. The woman claimed the tree could carry prayers to the drowned. Luna listened as Etta Mae told her about the night in 1972 when a school bus went off the bridge into the Millpond, and how the tree had been growing crooked ever since. She touched one of the cloth strips, and felt something that was not the wind. This is a story about grief that finds a shape, and about the things we leave behind in the dark. No one in Skelton Crossing will talk about the tree. But Luna knows why the branches are all bent toward the water. #PrayerTree #SkeltonCrossing #EttaMae #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SmallTownHorror #FolkHorror #Grief #Millpond #GrainElevator #October #OldWoman #ClothStrips #TwistedOak #Drowned #Memory #Unsettling #TenFathoms #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the autumn of 2019, Luna hears a story from an old lobsterman named Elias about a fog bell that vanished from Barrow Island fifty years ago. The bell was said to warn ships away from the rocks, but one night it stopped ringing. When Elias found it washed ashore, the clapper was gone and something had been carved into the brass. Now, every time the fog rolls in, he hears a single, clear note from the island—a bell that shouldn't be there. Luna takes her boat out to listen, and what she hears changes the way she understands the water forever. A quiet, atmospheric episode about memory, loss, and the sounds that haunt the edges of the world. #FogBell #BarrowIsland #Lobsterman #CoastalMaine #AutumnHorror #LostSounds #BrassBell #EliasCoffey #FoggyNight #MemoryAndLoss #SeaHorror #HauntedObject #QuietTerror #TheBellRings #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #Anthology #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna recalls a bitter February on the Wisconsin border, where a retired lineman named Caleb Rourke drilled through eighteen inches of ice every morning. Not for fishing — he was listening. The locals said he'd lost his wife the winter before, that grief had softened his mind. But Luna had heard the recordings he played on his old cassette deck: a low, rhythmic pulse from beneath the frozen lake, something that answered when he tapped the auger in Morse. She drove out with him one night, the temperature dropping past zero, and watched him kneel by the hole with a hydrophone. What they heard was not water. It was not a trapped animal. It was a voice, distorted by cold and pressure, speaking in a language that made the ice hum. Caleb said it had been calling him since December. He said it knew his name. And when he leaned too close, when his flashlight beam hit the darkness under the ice, Luna saw something looking back — not a face, but a shape, a stillness that should not have been there. She tells this story in the wheelhouse of her boat, the fog thick around her, as if she's still not sure she made it out. Some stories stay with you. This one stayed under her skin. #TroutLake #WisconsinBorder #FrozenLake #Hydrophone #CalebRourke #IceFishing #February #MorseCode #SomethingUnderTheIce #GriefAndHorror #WinterHorror #Listening #ATMOSPHERIC #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TenFathoms #Anthology #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

Luna hears a story from a retired lighthouse keeper on the Maine coast — about a girl who drowned in Stillwater Bay in 1987, and the strange phosphorescent light that has appeared on the water every anniversary since. The keeper spent twenty years watching that light through his lens, trying not to see what it was doing. Luna listens in a fogbound diner at 2 AM, and by the time she leaves, she is not sure the light is done with her either. #StillwaterBay #MaineCoast #LighthouseKeeper #DrownedGirl #Phosphorescence #Anniversary #Witness #Sightings #Fog #Diner #1987 #Unseen #Grief #Recurring #Water #Light #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

In the winter of 2019, the town of Gray's Harbor, Maine, began hearing a sound from the bay. Not a foghorn, not a bell. A voice. Luna tells the story of a buoy that washed ashore after a nor'easter, its clapper replaced with something that looked like a human heart. She speaks of the night she and her uncle towed it back out, of the words it whispered through the hull, and of the man who kept watch on the pier afterward. This is a story about what the ocean gives back, and what it expects in return. No gore. No monsters. Just a cold night, a strange sound, and the feeling that you are being listened to from beneath the surface. #GraySHarbor #Maine #TheBuoyThatSang #OceanHorror #NightAtSea #UncleHarold #Noreaster #TwoAM #WhisperedWords #Fog #WoodenBoat #HeartShaped #RecurringNightmare #Lighthouse #Pier #Resonance #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

A lone fisherwoman named Luna rows out into the fog-choked waters of Maine's Merrymeeting Bay in the autumn of 1987, chasing a strange bell that rings without a boat. She finds a boy named Caleb standing on a half-sunken dock, who speaks of a drowned town and a debt that must be paid. As the tide falls, the truth of the sunken church steeple and the bell's curse reveals itself. This is a story of quiet bargains, the weight of water, and the sound that keeps ringing long after you leave the shore. #TenFathoms #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MerrymeetingBay #Maine #1987 #DrownedTown #Bell #Fog #Fisherwoman #Caleb #WhisperPoint #SunkenChurch #Debt #Tide #AutumnHorror #WaterHorror #AtmosphericHorror #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo