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  • The Hill That Moved at Night on Old Foster Road

    The Hill That Moved at Night on Old Foster Road
    2026/06/08
    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

    The Snow That Fell on the Wrong Side of the Glass
    2026/06/07
    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
  • The Road That Closed at Midnight on Lost Creek

    The Road That Closed at Midnight on Lost Creek
    2026/06/05
    It was the last stretch of county road to be plowed each winter, a gravel cut between two ridges that the snow claimed early and held late. Luna had driven it a hundred times in daylight, but never at night in a storm. The detour sign was new — hand-painted, no county markings — and the road it pointed to was not on any map. She followed it for three miles before the headlights showed her the first mailbox, then the second, then a town that could not possibly exist. The houses were dark, the streetlights were dark, but the doors were all open. And someone had swept every doorstep clean of snow. This is the story of what she found in the last house at the end of the road, and the woman who was waiting for her there. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LostCreek #TheRoadThatClosedAtMidnight #Snowbound #SmallTownHorror #OpenDoors #TheWomanAtTheEndOfTheRoad #AbandonedTown #MapThatShouldNotExist #WinterHorror #NoPlowNoLight #TheLastHouse #Hazel #CreakingStairs #TheSummerKitchen #AtmosphericHorror #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Gate That Shouldn't Have Opened on Gifford Peak

    The Gate That Shouldn't Have Opened on Gifford Peak
    2026/06/04
    Late autumn, 2019, on an unmarked game trail below Gifford Peak. Luna meets a man named Kellen who carries a lantern through the scrub pines at 4 AM. He is walking a line of old iron fence posts that he insists mark a property line drawn in 1872. He says the gate at the end of the line must never be opened. He says that last winter someone opened it. He says what came through took the shape of a deer but walked on two legs. Luna follows him up the ridge to see the gate for herself. She sees the rusted hinge and the padlock. She also sees what is on the other side of the fence, standing still in the birch grove. Kellen does not look. He only tells her to walk backward down the trail and not to speak until she reaches her car. The story ends with Luna in the driver's seat, engine running, trying to remember whether the deer-thing had a face. #GiffordPeak #IronFence #Kellen #DeerThing #StandingDeer #PropertyLine #1872 #Lantern #GameTrail #BirchGrove #PadlockedGate #AutumnHorror #Solitude #UnmarkedTrail #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #EerieEncounter Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 分
  • The Snowman That Looked Up at Gifford Peak

    The Snowman That Looked Up at Gifford Peak
    2026/06/03
    March 2021, just before the thaw on Gifford Peak Road, twelve miles outside the town of Ironbite, Vermont. The snow was old and granular, the kind that compresses under boots and holds a shape. I was driving the mail route that week for a friend—and that's how I found the snowman. It wasn't the one on the corner. It was the other one, half-hidden in the trees, with its face turned toward the mountain. And the next night, it was closer to the road. I never saw who built it. But I started leaving offerings—a scarf, a hat, an old pair of mittens. And one night, I saw the thing that wore them. #GiffordPeak #IronbiteVermont #Snowman #MailRoute #MarchThaw #SnowCreature #Offerings #Scarf #Mittens #WinterHorror #Atmospheric #FemaleNarrator #Podcast #HorrorStory #SlowBurn #Creepy #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Same Junction Twice on Solomon Road

    The Same Junction Twice on Solomon Road
    2026/06/02
    In the winter of 2018, a man named Dale Bowen took a shortcut he'd taken a hundred times—Solomon Road, a two-mile gravel stretch that connects Route 9 to the old mill town of Treadwell. He should have been home in twelve minutes. Instead, he drove for four hours, passing the same collapsed barn, the same rusted mailbox, the same curve of pines, over and over. He never saw another car. His phone showed no signal, not even a timestamp. When he finally stopped, the road ahead was gone—just a wall of snow stretching to the treeline. He got out, walked toward the wall, and found a single set of footprints leading into it. They were his own. This is what he told me, sitting in my car at the Treadwell gas station at 3 a.m., shaking, his hands still gripping an invisible steering wheel. I believe him. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SolomonRoad #Treadwell #DaleBowen #LoopingRoad #SnowWall #Footprints #GravelRoad #Winter2018 #Shortcut #NoSignal #CollapsedBarn #RustedMailbox #3am #GasStationConfession #Luna #TracksInTheSnow Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Snow That Breathed on Dead Man's Curve

    The Snow That Breathed on Dead Man's Curve
    2026/06/01
    Luna recalls a February night on Dead Man's Curve, a notorious stretch of Vermont Route 12 outside the town of Greyville, where she pulled over after spotting a figure in the road. What she found was not a stranded motorist but a man whose every exhale crystallized into frost that did not melt. He spoke of a debt owed to the cold, and of the tracks that had been following him since childhood. By morning, there were only footprints leading into the pines—and a name carved into the ice on her windshield. A quiet, lingering story about bargains made in the dark. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TracksInTheSnow #DeadMansCurve #Greyville #VermontRoute12 #FrostBreath #IceCarving #FootprintsInTheSnow #WinterHorror #Bargain #LunaNarrates #CandlelightHorror #Snowbound #BlueHour #PineForest #Chill #Unsettling Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分