『Tracks in the Snow — Fexingo Horror』のカバーアート

Tracks in the Snow — Fexingo Horror

Tracks in the Snow — Fexingo Horror

著者： Fexingo
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In the deep winter of the Northwoods, something leaves tracks that shouldn't exist. Luna brings you a collection of standalone stories set in the frozen wild — each a quiet, bitter encounter with the unknown at the edge of human warmth. From frostbitten trails that loop back on themselves to a cabin where the snow never stops falling, every episode follows a single witness into the white and the cold. These are not monster stories with teeth and claws; they are the slow dread of a misplaced footprint, the wrongness of a silent forest, the feeling that the snow itself is watching. Luna's voice, low and close, guides you through each vanishing point. No two tales are the same, but all share the same chill: the certainty that we are not alone out here, and never were. Listen with a fire burning. And maybe a door at your back. #WinterHorror #Snowbound #CryptidTracks #Northwoods #ColdDread #AnthologyHorror #SurvivalHorror #WoodsHorror #Wendigo #FrozenTerror #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror #PodcastHorror #FexingoHorror #StorytellingHorror #HorrorPodcast #Horror #FictionHorror 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 Hill That Moved at Night on Old Foster Road

    The Hill That Moved at Night on Old Foster Road
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    In the winter of 2007, on a dead-end gravel lane called Old Foster Road outside the town of Bellamy, New Hampshire, a woman named Cora Brant began seeing something impossible: a low hill, no more than thirty feet tall, that changed position between dusk and dawn. She kept a log of its movements, photographing it from her porch, watching it inch closer over the course of four weeks. By the time I met her, in late January, she had stopped sleeping. The hill was close enough now that she could hear it breathing — a slow, dry rumble beneath the frost. I went up there three times. This is what I saw with my own eyes, and what I heard from inside her house on the last night before she left. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #OldFosterRoad #BellamyNewHampshire #HillThatMoved #CoraBrant #Winter2007 #ImpossibleGeography #BreathingEarth #SlowHorror #AtmosphericHorror #LunaNarrates #StandaloneEpisode #SoloNarration #PodcastHorror #NewEnglandHorror #DonationSegment Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Snow That Fell on the Wrong Side of the Glass

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    Luna recounts a night in December 2019 when she stopped at the all-night gas station on Route 22 outside of Tanager, New Hampshire, and met a man whose car was coated in a kind of frost she had never seen. It did not melt when he ran the defroster. It did not flake off when he scraped it. It was not water. As he told her where he had driven from — a town that does not appear on any map, a road that loops in on itself — Luna began to notice that the frost on her own windshield had begun to write something in reverse, readable from inside the car. A single word. A name. The name she had whispered to herself as a child when she was afraid of the dark. This episode is about the places you can reach by mistake, the things that follow you back, and the cold that decides you are worth remembering. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #Route22 #TanagerNewHampshire #December2019 #Frost #GasStation #MileMarker49 #TheWrongSideOfTheGlass #LunarHorror #Snowbound #WinterHorror #UnseenHorror #ColdThatRemembers #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarrated #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Snow That Covered the Road at Mile Marker 44

    The Snow That Covered the Road at Mile Marker 44
    2026/06/06
    Luna recounts a night in early December 2019 on a remote stretch of Route 22 west of Elko, Nevada, where the snow fell so fast it erased the road before her eyes. She pulled over at a small gas station with a flickering sign—the only light for miles. Inside, the attendant was a woman named Dorothy who had been waiting for someone to arrive. She said the snow had been falling for three hours, but Luna knew she had driven through clear skies. The station had no phone signal, no heat in the back rooms, and a locked door that Dorothy insisted led to a closed-off section. As the snow piled higher, Luna began to understand that the station wasn't on any map. The episode ends with her realizing the road outside the window no longer led anywhere she recognized—and that Dorothy had been there longer than she could remember. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #Route22 #ElkoNevada #GasStationHorror #Snowstorm #Dorothy #MileMarker44 #LonelyRoad #DecemberNight #LostHighway #LiminalSpace #NoSignal #ErasedRoad #SolitaryHorror #AtmosphericHorror #HushedVoice Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 分
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