• The Night the Air Went Wrong at the Texaco in Culpepper
    Jun 28 2026
    Summer of 1987. A solo gas station attendant on the night shift at the Texaco on County Road 9 outside Culpepper, Ohio. A woman pulls in at 2 a.m. in a dust-caked sedan. She doesn't need gas. She doesn't need directions. She needs the attendant to hear her out—about the thing she found in her basement three nights ago, the thing that followed her up the stairs, out the door, and onto the highway. The attendant listens because the station is empty and the night is long. But by the time she finishes, the air around the pumps feels heavier. And the fluorescent lights keep flickering in a pattern that looks almost like a word. A quiet, slow-burn encounter about contagion, witness, and the kind of knowledge you can't unhear. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #GasStationHorror #Ohio #SmallTown #NightShift #Attendant #WomanInDistress #Contagion #Basement #Wordless #Flicker #Summer87 #CountyRoad9 #Culpepper #Tension #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Fence Grew at the Cemetery in Parshall
    Jun 27 2026
    Luna recalls a September night in 2017, driving through Parshall, North Dakota, when a detour led her past an old cemetery where a chain-link fence was slowly being consumed by wild rose vines. She stopped to photograph it and met an old man named Harlan who told her about the fence's history—and the thing that started growing through it after the last burial in 1923. Luna went back the next morning and found the fence intact but the roses gone, and a single fresh grave inside with no marker. She never found out who was buried there, or why the roses only bloom on the side of the fence that faces away from the town. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Luna #ParshallNorthDakota #Cemetery #ChainLinkFence #WildRoses #Harlan #Detour #SeptemberNight #OldCemetery #UnmarkedGrave #Bloom #Vines #NorthDakotaHorror #RuralHorror #QuietDread Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Gas Station Lights Flickered at the Conoco in Tularosa
    Jun 26 2026
    Luna recounts a night in November 1998 when she pulled into a Conoco station on the edge of Tularosa, New Mexico, just after midnight. The air smelled of creosote and burnt sugar. The attendant—a man named Clyde who wore a name tag upside down—filled her tank without speaking. Then he pointed toward the restroom hallway and said: 'Don't go past the soda machine.' She went anyway. What she found behind the soda machine was a door that shouldn't have been there, with a sound coming from behind it that she still hears in the hum of old refrigerators. This episode is about the things we walk past every day and the thinness of the walls that separate us from what we aren't supposed to see. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #Luna #Tularosa #Conoco #GasStationHorror #NewMexico #November #1998 #Clyde #Backroom #SodaMachine #Door #Sound #LiminalSpace #ThinWall #Don'tOpen Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Light Stayed On at the Wayfarer Motel in Rosarita
    Jun 25 2026
    On the last night of August, driving south through the California desert, I stopped at the Wayfarer Motel in Rosarita—a faded pink U-shaped building with a neon sign missing half its letters. The clerk, a woman named Miriam, handed me a key to Room 8 but warned me not to turn off the bathroom light. She said the previous guest had checked out three weeks ago and never came back for his things. That night, I understood why the light had to stay on. This is a story about what waits in the dark when you let it, about the sound of bare feet on linoleum, and about the man in Room 8 who learned the hard way that some doors don't lock from the inside. #WayfarerMotel #Rosarita #CaliforniaDesert #Room8 #MiriamTheClerk #BathroomLight #BareFeet #August #RustySink #NylonDress #CigaretteSmoke #NoOneHome #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StandaloneEpisode #SoloNarration #LunaReads #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Weeping Woman Came to the Hand-Wash Only Laundromat on Amity Street
    Jun 24 2026
    It was the summer of '94 in a town called Mulvane, Kansas, and the only place open past midnight was the Hand-Wash Only Laundromat on Amity Street. I was there because my apartment's water had been shut off — again — and I needed to wash the sheets. That's where I met the weeping woman. She didn't look like much at first: a thin woman in a gray coat, bent over a machine that wasn't running, her shoulders shaking. I asked if she needed a quarter. She turned around. Her face was wet — not from tears. The water was coming from her eyes, but it wasn't tears. It was something else. Something that smelled like rust and old pennies. She told me she'd been washing the same load for seventeen years. She said she'd never get them clean. And then she showed me what was in the machine. I've never told anyone what I saw that night — not until now. But I still have the dream. And in the dream, she's still standing there, and the machine is still spinning, and the water is still running red. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LaundromatHorror #Kansas #MulvaneKansas #WeepingWoman #MidnightHorror #SoloNarration #VintageRecord #LunaHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SmallTownHorror #1994 #SlowBurnHorror #Unsettling #ShortStory #NoClickbait Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Bell Rang at the One-Room School on Mink Creek Road
    Jun 23 2026
    November 1987. A one-room schoolhouse on Mink Creek Road, outside a town called Prosper, Texas. Luna's great-aunt taught there in the 1940s—eight grades, one room, a cast-iron stove. The school closed in '51, but the bell still rings some nights. This is the story of how Luna went to find out why, and what she found in the dirt under the floorboards. A story about what children hear when no one is listening, about a teacher who stayed too long, and about the sound a handbell makes when it's been buried for forty years. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #MinkCreekRoad #ProsperTexas #OneRoomSchool #Handbell #November1987 #GreatAuntLouise #TheChildrensNames #DirtFloor #BuriedBell #RingingAtMidnight #WhatTheySaw #TheLastLesson #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Record Kept Playing at the Blue Spur Lounge
    Jun 22 2026
    It was late October, 1997, when Luna stopped for gas at a place called Blue Spur, Texas — a town so small it didn't even have a stoplight, just a bar called the Blue Spur Lounge and a motel that rented by the hour. She met a man named Everett who said he used to be a guitarist, before his hand got crushed in a press at the grain mill. He showed her the jukebox — a Wurlitzer from 1954 that still had every original record inside. He told her the machine had been playing the same song every night for twenty-two years, ever since his bandmate Danny disappeared. And he asked her to listen — not to the song, but to what was underneath it. A story about a small-town bar where the owner never changed the records and a sound that only comes through when the needle hits a certain groove. Not loud. Not clear. Just there, beneath the crackle, like somebody breathing from inside the vinyl. #BlueSpurLounge #Texas #Jukebox #MissingMusician #VinylRecord #Everett #Danny #Wurlitzer #GrainMill #1997 #SmallTownBar #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #SideB #Anthology #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    12 mins
  • The Night Shift at the All-Night Pharmacy in Moline
    Jun 21 2026
    December 1987. A 24-hour pharmacy on the edge of Moline, Illinois, where the fluorescent lights hum and the aisles stretch empty past midnight. Luna's cousin took the graveyard shift for extra money, and for three weeks she learned the rhythms of the place—the crackle of the police scanner, the shuffle of insomniacs, the rattle of the drive-through window. But there was a customer who came every night at 2:47 AM, always the same request, always paid with exact change. The pharmacist said he'd been coming for years, before she was born. And one night, the clock stopped. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Pharmacy #Moline #NightShift #GraveyardShift #Midwest #December #1987 #Insomnia #Fluorescent #DriveThrough #ColdMedicine #2:47AM #PhantomCustomer #Routine #TheClock Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins