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  • The Lockbox at the Old Mill on River Road

    The Lockbox at the Old Mill on River Road
    2026/06/08
    In the autumn of 1997, a highway surveyor named Dwayne Kettering found an iron lockbox bolted to the floor of an abandoned gristmill on River Road outside Harlow, Ohio. The mill had been sealed for decades, its waterwheel choked with ivy, but the lockbox was clean — no rust, no dust, as if someone had wiped it that morning. Inside was a single photograph and a child's mitten. Dwayne was not the first to find it. Others had come before him, drawn by word of mouth or by dreams, each leaving something of themselves behind. The mill remembered them all. This is a story about a place that keeps things — not out of malice, but because it cannot forget. And about what happens when you take something that was never meant to leave. #Lockbox #OldMill #RiverRoad #HarlowOhio #DwayneKettering #Photograph #Mitten #Autumn1997 #AbandonedPlace #HauntedObject #MillWhisper #IronBox #Waterwheel #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #LunaReads #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Surveyor on Red Clay Road, 1994

    The Surveyor on Red Clay Road, 1994
    2026/06/07
    In the summer of 1994, a young woman named Ellie took a temporary job at the county assessor's office in Millbrook, Tennessee, filing property cards for a new digital system. One card kept crossing her desk — a quarter-acre parcel on Red Clay Road, tax-exempt since 1945, owner listed only as 'Estate of H. Voss,' no deed on file, no building permit, no survey. The assessor told her not to worry about it, that the card was a ghost. But Ellie was thorough, and she started asking questions. She drove out to Red Clay Road one evening in late August, when the kudzu was thick and the light went orange through the dust. She found the property marker at the end of a dirt track, a pin in the ground, exactly where the card said it would be. And she found something else — something the county had been paying taxes on for fifty years without ever acknowledging. This is the story of what Ellie saw that evening, and why she left her job without giving notice. It's about the gap between what is recorded and what is real, and the slow, careful work of noticing things that were never meant to be found. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #RedClayRoad #MillbrookTennessee #Surveyor #H.Voss #CountyAssessor #PropertyCard #Kudzu #Summer1994 #TaxExempt #Unquiet #Boundary #SurveyPin #Parcel44 #EstateOfHVoss #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    11 分
  • The Locket at the Fairgrounds on Holloway Road

    The Locket at the Fairgrounds on Holloway Road
    2026/06/06
    In the summer of 1999, on a scorching July night, the Grayson County Fairgrounds on Holloway Road became a trap for twelve-year-old Maya Porter. She found a locket in the dirt near the Tilt-A-Whirl, engraved with the name Clara. When she snapped it open, a woman's voice spoke inside her head, whispering a name—Henry—over and over. That night, Maya learned that some lost things do not want to be found. They want you to find what they lost. The story unravels through the mothman flyers stapled to telephone poles, the rusted gear that jammed the Ferris wheel, and the white dress that nobody else could see. Luna read this account from a leather-bound book whose spine had been repaired with black thread. She closes the cover with the sense that some promises outlast the people who make them. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #HollowayRoad #GraysonCounty #Fairgrounds #Locket #Clara #Henry #LostAndFound #1999 #July #TiltAWhirl #FerrisWheel #Mothman #WhiteDress #SummerHorror #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Night Plot on Gifford Lane, 1998

    The Night Plot on Gifford Lane, 1998
    2026/06/05
    In the summer of 1998, a woman named Wren rented the last house on Gifford Lane — a dead-end street in a town called Millford that wasn't on any map. The house had a burial plot in the backyard. Not a pet cemetery. Not a family plot. One single plot, freshly dug, with a headstone that read only 'Wren'. She told herself it was a sick joke. But the soil kept settling. Every morning, the grave was deeper. The town librarian said the land remembers what you owe it. By August, Wren started planning her own funeral. She wasn't afraid. She was practical. That's the part that stays with me — how calmly she measured the length of the hole. How she said, 'It's not for me. It's for what I was hiding.' I didn't ask. I didn't want to know. But I still think about her voice on the phone that last night. She said, 'The plot is ready. I can hear it breathing.' Then the line went dead. The phone company said that number was disconnected in 1972. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #GiffordLane #Millford #1998 #Wren #BurialPlot #Grave #Headstone #Librarian #LandMemory #DeadEndStreet #PhoneCall #Disconnected #SummerHorror #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 分
  • The Cradle at the Saltbox House on Old State Road

    The Cradle at the Saltbox House on Old State Road
    2026/06/04
    In the autumn of 1998, Luna's aunt inherited a saltbox house on Old State Road in Stilwell, Kansas. The property came with a locked root cellar. Inside: a hand-carved cradle, its wood blackened by time, and a bundle of letters tied with a white ribbon. The letters were addressed to a woman who had not lived in the house for seventy years. The cradle rocked on its own, gently, whenever Luna stood near it. She read the letters aloud, one by one, until the rocking stopped. Then the letters began to change. The handwriting shifted, the ink grew fresh, and the final page bore a warning written in a child's trembling hand. Luna left the house that night, but the cradle followed her — not physically, but in dreams, and in the creak of floorboards where no floorboards exist. #TheCradleAtTheSaltboxHouse #OldStateRoad #StilwellKansas #RootCellar #HandCarvedCradle #Autumn1998 #LettersTiedWithWhiteRibbon #HauntedCradle #GhostChild #FamilyInheritance #SaltboxHouse #BurningTheLetters #LunaNarrated #SoloNarration #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #BoundInBlack Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Wallpaper at the Merriwether House, 1992

    The Wallpaper at the Merriwether House, 1992
    2026/06/03
    In the summer of 1992, Luna's aunt hired her to strip wallpaper from a vacant Victorian on Elm Street in Red Clay, Tennessee. The house had been empty for years, but the master bedroom's wallpaper was still pristine—pale green with silver vines that seemed to move in peripheral vision. At night, Luna heard scratching from inside the walls, and in the morning, the wallpaper had regrown where she'd peeled it. The owner, an old woman named Mrs. Merriwether, visited once and whispered that the paper was 'keeping something in.' Luna finished the job and left, but the silver vines still bloom in her dreams, and she wonders what happens now that the room is bare. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Wallpaper #RedClayTennessee #VictorianHouse #1992 #MerriwetherHouse #SilverVines #RenovationHorror #EmptyHouse #ScratchingWalls #SomethingInTheWalls #LunaNarrates #SoloHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SouthernGothic #UnsettlingDreams Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Piano at the End of Hemlock Lane

    The Piano at the End of Hemlock Lane
    2026/06/02
    In the fall of 1992, on a dead-end road outside of Shiloh, Indiana, a woman named Ellen Hartley bought an upright piano at a foreclosure auction for forty dollars. It was out of tune, scratched, and missing three keys... but it played. Every night, at exactly 11:37 PM, it would play a single song on its own — a slow, minor-key waltz that Ellen had never heard before. She tried everything: unplugging the lamp near it, covering the keys, even calling in a priest. Nothing stopped the music. But the worst part wasn't the playing itself. It was what happened when she tried to find out who had owned the piano before her — a family named Covington, who had lived on Hemlock Lane sixty years ago, and whose youngest daughter, Alice, had been locked in a root cellar for playing the piano after midnight. This episode is a quiet, creeping ghost story about inherited grief, a house that remembers, and the sound of a song that was never meant to be heard again. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Piano #GhostStory #HemlockLane #ShilohIndiana #AliceCovington #EllenHartley #Foreclosure #UprightPiano #MidnightMusic #RootCellar #InheritedGrief #CreepingDread #SmallTownHorror #Atmospheric #1992 #CovingtonHouse Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 分
  • The Railing at Foster's Crossing Bridge

    The Railing at Foster's Crossing Bridge
    2026/06/01
    April 1992, a Tuesday just before midnight. Luna's cousin Carla took a shortcut over Foster's Crossing Bridge on her bike and never made it home. The railing on that bridge had been loose for years—everyone knew it—but the town never fixed it. They found her bike crumpled against the concrete abutment downstream, but the body they pulled from the river three days later wasn't Carla. Or maybe it was. Luna leads us through a quiet, devastated Kentucky town where a family waits for a daughter who keeps walking the same bridge at night, her footsteps exactly twenty-two seconds apart, every hour, on the hour. This is a story about the space between what we know and what we can't bear to know. About a railing that was always going to give way. And about the sound of wet sneakers on asphalt, long after the river should have taken her somewhere else. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #FostersCrossing #Bridge #Kentucky #Carla #Drowning #River #BodyDouble #Grief #SmallTown #Unresolved #Footsteps #Midnight #April1992 #WhatComesBack #LiminalSpace Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分