エピソード

  • The Night She Watched the Bloodmobile at Emmaus Lutheran

    The Night She Watched the Bloodmobile at Emmaus Lutheran
    2026/06/08
    December 1993. Luna's cousin Delia volunteers for a Red Cross blood drive in the basement fellowship hall of Emmaus Lutheran Church in rural Mill Creek, Pennsylvania. Everything is ordinary — folding chairs, coffee urn, clipboard sign-in — until the last donor of the night arrives after the doors are locked. A woman in a blue coat with no appointment, no ID, and a stillness that makes the air feel thick. Delia stays late to reconcile the logs and finds that every unit collected that evening is listed as a different blood type than what the donors' cards show. And there is a seventh bag. There were only six donors. She calls the number on the woman's intake form. The phone rings in the church office upstairs. The episode is about the quiet horror of a system that runs perfectly on paperwork, the way a record can be true even when nothing in the room matches it, and the coldness of finding that a door you thought was locked was never locked at all. #EmmausLutheran #MillCreekPA #RedCrossBloodDrive #Bloodmobile #December1993 #CousinDelia #BlueCoatWoman #SeventhBag #BloodTypeMismatch #FellowshipHallBasement #ClipboardLogs #PhoneRangUpstairs #UnlockedDoor #SmallTownHorror #MedicalRecordHorror #RuralPennsylvania #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    8 分
  • The Night She Watched the Switchman at Sutter's Crossing

    The Night She Watched the Switchman at Sutter's Crossing
    2026/06/07
    A midwinter night in 1987. Luna is stranded at a remote railroad crossing in the Oklahoma panhandle after her car dies. The switchman's shack glows amber, but the man inside is wrong — he's been waiting for her. He shows her a ledger of names, each paired with a time. Hers is already written. She learns what happens to the people who try to cross early. The horror is in the silence between trains, the way his mouth doesn't move when he speaks, and the thing she sees crawling along the tracks after midnight. #SuttersCrossing #OklahomaPanhandle #RailroadHorror #Switchman #LedgerOfNames #Midwinter #1987 #StrandedDriver #TheNightSheWatched #TalesFromTheColdRoom #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Supernatural #Fate #Death #Silence Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    8 分
  • The Night She Watched the Turnpike at Kettle Creek

    The Night She Watched the Turnpike at Kettle Creek
    2026/06/06
    It's November 1988, and Luna is driving a lonely stretch of Pennsylvania turnpike when her car breaks down near the ghost town of Kettle Creek. She walks to an all-night diner that shouldn't exist—a place where the waitress knows her order before she speaks, where the clock on the wall ticks backward, and where every customer who walks in has been dead for years. The horror isn't in what jumps out; it's in the slow realization that she's been here before, that the turnpike has been pulling her toward this moment her whole life, and that the only way out is to take a seat and wait for her name to be called. A quiet, aching story about roads that remember you, and the meals you eat alone at three in the morning. #TalesFromTheColdRoom #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #KettleCreek #PennsylvaniaTurnpike #GhostTown #AllNightDiner #November1988 #TurnpikeHorror #RoadTripNightmare #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #DeadWaitress #BackwardClock #FamiliarStranger #EternalDiner Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    6 分
  • The Night She Walked the Fence at Owen's Pasture

    The Night She Walked the Fence at Owen's Pasture
    2026/06/05
    September 1987. A dry summer has turned the grass brown along County Road 9. Luna's aunt sends her to check on old man Owen, who hasn't been seen in days. His farm is quiet — too quiet. The fence line is intact, but the pasture is empty. No cattle, no birds, no sound but the wind through barbed wire. And then Luna sees the shape in the tall grass. Not a cow. Not a person. Something that has been waiting. A slow, intimate story about silence and the things that fill it. No gore. Just the weight of a hot afternoon that should have been ordinary. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TalesFromTheColdRoom #OwenPasture #CountyRoad9 #September1987 #DisappearedCattle #BarbedWire #TheShapeInTheGrass #SomethingWaiting #AuntMarian #RuralHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #NoGore #SmallTown #Drought #WhatStaysBehind Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    5 分
  • The Night She Watched the Stairs at the Juniper Hotel

    The Night She Watched the Stairs at the Juniper Hotel
    2026/06/04
    July 1998. Luna takes a night job as a front desk clerk at the Juniper Hotel, a faded motor lodge outside of Ely, Nevada. The hotel has six rooms, a neon sign that buzzes at dawn, and a staircase that connects the lobby to the second floor. Luna is told never to leave the desk after midnight. On her third shift, a man in a gray suit checks in without luggage and asks for room 209—a room that does not exist. Luna watches the stairs from 2:00 AM until sunrise, counting footsteps that come from no one. A quiet, slow-burn episode about duty, dread, and the weight of instructions you should have questioned. #JuniperHotel #ElyNevada #Room209 #Staircase #NightShift #DeskClerk #Footsteps #SmallTown #1998 #LunaNarrative #SoloNarrated #HorrorStory #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Linger #AdFree Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    6 分
  • The Night She Heard the Horn at the Highwater Marina

    The Night She Heard the Horn at the Highwater Marina
    2026/06/03
    June 1998. A girl working the night shift at a small-town marina on Lake Champlain starts hearing a foghorn that nobody else can hear. It comes from the direction of an island that was submerged decades ago when the lake was raised. As the night stretches on, the horn gets closer, and she starts to remember things that happened when she was a child—things she has spent years trying to forget. A story about memory, water, and the sounds that rise from the deep. Told in Luna's quiet, intimate register, like a confession written by candlelight at three in the morning. #TalesFromTheColdRoom #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LakeChamplain #HighwaterMarina #Foghorn #SubmergedIsland #NightShift #Memory #WaterHorror #1998 #Solitary #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #LunaNarrates #TheHorn #BoatHouse #Vermont Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    9 分
  • The Night She Watched the Parking Lot at the Salt Creek Diner

    The Night She Watched the Parking Lot at the Salt Creek Diner
    2026/06/02
    November 1987. A diner off Route 9 in upstate New York. Luna takes the graveyard shift at the Salt Creek Diner, a tired truck stop that serves coffee to lonely men and the occasional couple who never speak. She's told to watch the parking lot from the window — count the cars, note the plates, don't let anyone linger. But one car keeps appearing. A beige sedan with a cracked taillight. No driver ever gets out. The car just sits there, engine off, windows fogged from the inside. The owner of the diner, a woman named Gladys, tells her not to look too long. Don't let it know you see it. But Luna looks. And what she sees staring back from inside that fogged glass changes the way she understands the word 'empty.' This is a story about the hours between two and four in the morning, about the things that wait where no one is watching, and about the one question you should never ask a parked car. #SaltCreekDiner #Route9 #UpstateNewYork #GraveyardShift #November1987 #BeigeSedan #CrackedTaillight #FoggedWindows #Gladys #Luna #ParkingLot #TruckStop #FourAM #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TalesFromTheColdRoom #Anthology #LonelyRoads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    6 分
  • The Night She Checked the Pool at the Desert Moon Motel

    The Night She Checked the Pool at the Desert Moon Motel
    2026/06/01
    June 1997. A woman working the night shift alone at a roadside motel in Barstow, California. The vacancy sign hums, the interstate is quiet, and a late guest knocks at her window asking for a room. She gives him number nine, the last one at the far end. He pays with a hundred-dollar bill that feels thin, and his hand when he hands it over is too cold. She doesn't see him leave in the morning. She goes to check the pool before dawn and finds the water warm, the gate unlocked, and a wet footprint on the tiles that leads nowhere. This is a story about the things that check in but never check out, about the places where the vacancy sign never goes dark, and about the quiet moments before you realize you're not alone. #DesertMoonMotel #Barstow #NightShift #MotelHorror #LoneWoman #PoolAfterDark #HundredDollarBill #ColdHand #RoomNine #WetFootprint #NoOneCheckedOut #ThePoolWasWarm #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TalesFromTheColdRoom #Standalone #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
    続きを読む 一部表示
    8 分