『Cold Wake — Fexingo Horror』のカバーアート

Cold Wake — Fexingo Horror

Cold Wake — Fexingo Horror

著者： Fexingo
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Cold Wake is a maritime horror anthology where each episode is a self-contained voyage into the black Atlantic. Luna stands on the deck of a North Atlantic trawler, the sodium light casting long shadows as she tells stories of fishermen who haul up things that should never be caught — sentient knots of net, voices from the deep that answer questions no one asked, and wrecks that refuse to stay on the seafloor. The register is salt-crusted and whispered: the slow creak of a hull, the distant foghorn, the shock of cold water on skin. These are tales of isolation, of men who have seen too much darkness beyond the horizon, of creatures that wear the shape of scavenged souls. Every episode is a standalone story, but all are bound by the same icy ocean and Luna's steady, intimate narration — as if she's beside you in the dark, pointing a trembling finger at something just out of sight. There is no rescue here, only the tide pulling you under. #MaritimeHorror #DeepSeaHorror #OceanHorror #NorthAtlantic #FishingHorror #SeaCreatures #NauticalTerror #AnthologyHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #FolkHorror #DarkWater #LunaNarrates #Horror #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror #StorytellingHorror #PodcastHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo© 2026 Fexingo. All rights reserved. 戯曲・演劇 社会科学
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  • The Man Who Heard the Hull Sing at Porthallow

    The Man Who Heard the Hull Sing at Porthallow
    2026/06/08
    In the winter of 2009, Luna's cousin Elias took a short-term berth on the Nancy M, a fifty-year-old trawler out of Porthallow, Maine — a harbor so small the road ends before the dock. The boat was haunted before he stepped aboard: a missing captain, a snapped warp, a single boot found floating. But it was the sound that broke him — a low, metallic singing from the hull every night at two a.m., as if the keel were vibrating against something that wanted in. Elias recorded it on his phone. This is what he played for Luna, and this is what she heard before the recording cut to static and a voice that knew his name. #ColdWake #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PorthallowMaine #NancyMTrawler #HullSinging #VoiceFromBelow #MissingCaptain #Winter2009 #SeaHorror #HauntedBoat #MaineCoast #EliasCousin #TrawlNet #DeepWater #SolitaryNarration #LunaVoice #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Man Who Heard the Cogwheel in the Frost

    The Man Who Heard the Cogwheel in the Frost
    2026/06/07
    Winter 1982. A rural Alabama crossroads called Bitterweed Cut. Luna's uncle worked the night maintenance shift at a cotton gin that had been shut down for years. One December night, he found the main gearbox still warm and the safety log signed in a hand he'd never seen. This is a story about machines that remember, about the men who stay on after closing, and about a name scratched into the frost on a windowpane — a name that wasn't his. No ghosts. No slamming doors. Just a cold, a long dark road, and something that kept the old gin running long after it should have stopped. #TheManWhoHeardTheCogwheelInTheFrost #ColdWake #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SouthernGothic #BitterweedCut #AlabamaWinter #CottonGin #IndustrialHorror #LunaNarrates #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Winter1982 #MaintenanceShift #ScratchedNames #MachineryHorror #UncleStory #Crossroads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Woman Who Carried the Boat Ashore at Deadman's Reach

    The Woman Who Carried the Boat Ashore at Deadman's Reach
    2026/06/06
    On a frozen November night in 1991, Luna's father brought home a woman he found walking the beach at Deadman's Reach, a mile-long stretch of shale and frozen kelp north of Port Clyde, Maine. She was barefoot, dressed in a torn wool coat that smelled of cold salt and something else—something that made Luna's mother close the bedroom door. The woman carried no identification, spoke only in fragments, and held in her cupped hands a barnacle-encrusted ship's bell no bigger than a pear. Over three days, Luna watched her clean that bell with a focus that bordered on worship, until on the third night the woman walked back into the surf, leaving the bell on the kitchen table. That bell is still there, thirty years later, in Luna's childhood home, and sometimes on quiet nights she swears she can hear it ring once, from underwater. #ColdWake #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #DeadmansReach #PortClydeMaine #ShipBell #NovemberFog #Beachwalker #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SeaHorror #MaineCoast #LostWoman #BellFromTheDeep #1991 #UnresolvedEnding Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
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