Episodes

  • The Skin at the Edge of Pearsall Grade

    The Skin at the Edge of Pearsall Grade
    Jun 28 2026
    Late October 2019. Luna drives the back way into Pearsall, New Hampshire, on a rumor from a taxidermist she used to know. The man had been finding deer carcasses along Crooked Mile Road — not shot, not hit by a car, but skinned with a precision that made her old friend sell his shop and leave town. Luna walks the grade at dusk, following a scent that isn't quite blood, and finds a barn where the floorboards are the exact color of a winter sky. She meets a woman who doesn't blink, wearing a coat that looks like it was buttoned from the inside. No one in this story dies. But something in Pearsall is still breathing under the floorboards, and Luna doesn't sleep the same since. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PearsallGrade #CrookedMileRoad #NewHampshire #October #Dusk #Taxidermist #DeerCarcasses #Skin #Barn #Floorboards #WomanInACoat #NoBlink #HuntingStand #BloodTrail #QuietDread #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Door at the Edge of Kestrel Hollow

    The Door at the Edge of Kestrel Hollow
    Jun 27 2026
    Hunting season, 2019. Luna follows a blood trail into the woods outside Kestrel Hollow, a dying town in the Allegheny foothills. The deer she'd wounded leads her not to a carcass but to a door — a wooden door set into the side of a hill, half-buried under frost and leaf litter. She opens it. What she finds inside is not a cave, not a storm cellar, but something that feels like a room left behind by someone who never intended to be found. The walls are covered in handwriting. The air smells of turned earth and old iron. And there is a chair. Empty. Facing the back wall. The blood trail ends there. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #KestrelHollow #BloodTrail #DoorInTheHill #HandwritingOnWalls #HuntingSeason #AlleghenyFoothills #DisturbedEarth #OldIron #EmptyChair #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror #RifleHunting #November #HiddenRoom #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Light at the Edge of Mossy Run

    The Light at the Edge of Mossy Run
    Jun 26 2026
    November 2019, on a dirt road called Mossy Run that dead-ends at the county line. Luna is tracking a deer when she finds an abandoned camper with a kerosene lamp still burning inside. The owner is gone, but the lamp never goes out. Over three nights she returns, watching the light flicker through the trees, until she finally understands what it means to leave a fire burning for someone who can't find their way home. A quiet, haunting story about the things we leave on for the lost. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MossyRun #KeroseneLamp #AbandonedCamper #LostHunters #NovemberHorror #AppalachianFoothills #LightInTheDark #DeerHunter #SnowBlindness #TheThingThatWaits #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #DeadEndRoad #CountyLine Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Shade at the Edge of Potters Mill

    The Shade at the Edge of Potters Mill
    Jun 25 2026
    December 1998. A warm snap melts the snow on Potters Mill Road, and a hunter named Emmett discovers something moving under the ice of the old millrace. Luna pieces together what happened to the family who owned the mill, the summer they tried to dam the creek, and the shape that watched from the spillway. A story about what freezes, what thaws, and what waits for the right temperature to crawl back out. #PottersMillRoad #December1998 #EmmettCoyle #Millrace #Ice #Thaw #WarmSnap #Creek #Spillway #Dam #Family #Shape #Hunter #Frozen #BeneathTheIce #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    11 mins
  • The Hand at the Edge of Shiloh Ridge

    The Hand at the Edge of Shiloh Ridge
    Jun 24 2026
    November 2019, just outside the ghost town of Shiloh, Missouri. Luna accompanies a deer hunter named Ray Garman into the Ozark backwoods, where a blood trail leads them not to a wounded buck but to something that has been waiting in the dark a long time. A story about what happens when the thing you're hunting starts hunting back — and the terrible debt that can pass between generations. This episode takes place on a steep limestone ridge above the White River, just after the first hard frost. Ray wears a red flannel coat and carries a .30-06 he bought from a widow's estate sale. By the end of the morning, neither of us are sure who led who up that hill. #ShilohRidge #OzarksHorror #DeerHunter #BloodTrail #LimestoneCave #PossumKingdom #GenerationDebt #WhiteRiver #MissouriGhostTown #RayGarman #RedFlannel #30-06 #FrostMorning #BuckSeason #WhatWasInTheCave #FamilyCurse #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Fence at the Edge of Ponderosa Pines

    The Fence at the Edge of Ponderosa Pines
    Jun 23 2026
    November 2009. Luna's uncle Clem, a retired game warden, tells her about the last deer he ever tracked—a buck that left no prints in the snow, just a strange fence line that shouldn't have been there, three miles deep in Ponderosa Pines National Forest. Clem was sixty-three, sober four years, and not prone to stories. But that morning he found a trail of blood that smelled like ozone and led to a stretch of barbed wire strung between pines that had been dead for decades. The fence wasn't on any map. It wasn't flagged, posted, or maintained. And behind it, in a clearing where the snow was smooth and undisturbed, something was breathing. This episode is a quiet, slow-burn encounter with the edge of someone else's property—a boundary that was never meant to be crossed. Luna listens, and remembers the way Clem's hands shook when he finished the story. He never hunted again. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #PonderosaPines #UncleClem #Fence #DeerHunt #Snow #Ozone #BloodTrail #Boundary #RetiredGameWarden #November #2009 #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #Edge #Solitude Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Stilts at the Edge of Beaver Creek

    The Stilts at the Edge of Beaver Creek
    Jun 22 2026
    West Texas, January 1999. A dry winter, a two-lane road that doesn't make it onto most maps, and a house on stilts that someone built for reasons nobody in town would talk about. Luna was twenty-two, working nights at a gas station outside Lamesa, when the man with the broken watch pulled in for gas he didn't need. He told her about the woman in the window, the one who only showed herself at three in the morning, and the thing he saw underneath the house when the wind was right. She didn't believe him until she drove out there herself. This is what she found, and what followed her back to the station. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SolitaryNarration #GameTrail #WestTexas #BeaverCreek #Lamesa #HouseOnStilts #BrokenWatch #GasStation #January1999 #ThreeAM #WindowWoman #WhatLivesUnderneath #DustStorm #DryCounty #UnfinishedStory #NoCoHost Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Boots at the Edge of Millbrook Grade

    The Boots at the Edge of Millbrook Grade
    Jun 21 2026
    It was the winter of 2018, just past midnight on a Tuesday, and I was parked at the end of Millbrook Grade — a gravel turnoff that dead-ends into the old logging road above Henshaw's Meadow. I was tracking a buck I'd hit earlier, a messy shot that I knew I'd regret if I didn't find it. The blood trail was sparse, just specks on the frost, and it led me up the grade, past the broken gate, into a part of the woods I'd never walked at night. That's where I saw the boots. A pair of work boots, set side by side in the middle of the trail, perfectly still, laces tied, toes pointed toward the dark. No footprints around them. No sign of the person who'd been wearing them. Just boots, waiting. I stood there a long time, rifle half-raised, listening. The woods were silent — no wind, no leaves, no breath. And then one of the boots moved. Not kicked, not nudged — it tilted, like someone inside it was shifting their weight. I aimed. I didn't shoot. I couldn't. Because the boot tilted back, and the other one rocked, and I heard a sound like a man clearing his throat from somewhere just behind my shoulder. I did not turn around. I walked backward down the grade, one step at a time, until I felt the hood of my truck against my spine. I drove home with the headlights off. I think about those boots a lot. I think about what might have been in them — or what might have been waiting for whoever left them there. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #MillbrookGrade #LoggingRoad #WorkBoots #BloodTrail #DeerHunt #WinterHorror #WoodsAtNight #Unsettling #ImplicationHorror #Atmospheric #SoloNarrated #LunaReads #HuntingStory #TrueHorror #CreepyEncounter Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 mins