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  • The Corn Maze at the End of September

    The Corn Maze at the End of September
    2026/06/08
    In the autumn of 2020, Luna visited the Grissom family's corn maze on the outskirts of Mercer, Ohio — a sprawling seven-acre labyrinth cut into a field that had been in the same family since 1889. The maze was supposed to be a simple attraction, a last bit of seasonal fun before the world shut down again. But the map they gave her at the entrance was wrong. She walked for nearly an hour before she noticed the paths were shifting — the walls of corn creeping closer, the sky darkening unnaturally fast. She met a man in the center who told her the maze had been there longer than the Grissoms, that it had swallowed three people in 1932 and two more in 1974. He pointed to a tangle of stalks where something moved, and he said: 'The corn remembers every path that ever opened inside it. And it never forgets the people who walked them.' This is the story of how Luna got out — and what followed her home. #CornMaze #MercerOhio #GrissomFarm #LostInTheCorn #AutumnHorror #TheCornRemembers #PathsThatShift #SevenAcreLabyrinth #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #OctoberDread #Luna #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #CornfieldHorror #UnsettlingEncounter #SeasonalHorror #WhatFollowedHerHome Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    11 分
  • The Tire Swing at the Dead End of Ponderosa Lane

    The Tire Swing at the Dead End of Ponderosa Lane
    2026/06/07
    October 2017. A dead-end road in Elkhart, Indiana. A tire swing hanging from a sycamore that shouldn't have held anything at all. I was driving back from a shift at the all-night diner when my headlights caught a girl on the swing — barefoot, in a thin white dress, her hair lifting even though there was no wind. I slowed down because it was two in the morning and the road ended in a cul-de-sac and there were no houses for a quarter mile. The swing creaked. She didn't look at me. I rolled down the window and asked if she needed a ride. She said, 'I'm waiting for my turn.' That should have been the end of it. But I went back the next night. And the night after. And each time the swing was still moving when I arrived, and each time she was a little closer to the road. This is a story about hunger — the kind that doesn't belong to the living. It's about a black rope fraying in the dark, and about the things we convince ourselves we're not seeing. And it's about what happens when a dead-end road finally ends. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #PonderosaLane #ElkhartIndiana #tireswing #OctoberHorror #ghoststory #AppalachianHorror #folklore #waitingfortheturn #deadendroad #sycamoretree #midwesternGothic #childghost #noescape #creepypasta #listenersupported Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 分
  • The Trick-or-Treat House on Chestnut Avenue

    The Trick-or-Treat House on Chestnut Avenue
    2026/06/06
    In 1987, the town of Millbrook had a house that gave out full-size candy bars, every Halloween. Nobody knew who lived there—the lights were always off, but the bowl was always full on the porch. Then one October, a boy named Tommy Naylor decided to find out who kept refilling it. He never told anyone what he saw inside, but the story he whispered to his older brother after midnight is what I'm going to tell you now. It happened at 47 Chestnut Avenue, a house with a wraparound porch and a single jack-o'-lantern that never rotted. The porch light stayed on until dawn—but the family who lived there, according to the county records, had all died in 1972. This is the story of the house that kept giving, long after anyone was left to give anything at all. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #ChestnutAvenue #Millbrook #TrickOrTreat #FullSizeCandyBar #JackOLantern #PorchLight #1987 #Halloween #GhostStory #EmptyHouse #NeighborhoodUrbanLegend #TommyNaylor #TheCandyBowl #OctoberNights #SmallTownHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 分
  • The Last Hayride at Burnham Hollow

    The Last Hayride at Burnham Hollow
    2026/06/05
    October 1997. The Burnham Hollow Hayride outside Meridian, Illinois, was supposed to be the last one before the land was sold. Luna went with her cousin Megan the night before Halloween. The tractor driver wore a burlap sack over his head and never spoke. The hay wagon passed a scarecrow that looked exactly like Megan's older brother — except he'd been missing since August. When Luna turned around, Megan was gone. The hayride kept moving. The tractor never stopped. A slow-burn rural horror story about a place that collects people, set in the amber glow of a dying autumn. #BurnhamHollow #MeridianIllinois #MissingPerson #Hayride #Tractor #Scarecrow #BurlapSack #Cousin #October1997 #LastRide #RuralHorror #AmberGlow #Cornfield #NightBeforeHalloween #SilentDriver #Collected #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 分
  • The Swing Set at the End of Orchard Road

    The Swing Set at the End of Orchard Road
    2026/06/04
    Luna recalls an October night in 1998 when she took a shortcut through the woods behind Orchard Road and found a swing set that shouldn't have been there. The swings moved without wind. A child's voice called her name—a name she never told anyone. She ran, but the sound of rusted chains followed her home. Years later, she learned that a girl named Emily disappeared from that same road in 1987. Emily's swing set was torn down the week she vanished. But something rebuilt it. Something waits there still, hoping for a playmate. Luna never went back. But sometimes, late at night, she hears the creak of chains outside her window—and a whisper that sounds like her own childhood voice calling back. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SwingSet #OrchardRoad #October1998 #ChildhoodMemory #Disappeared #Emily #Woods #Shortcut #RustedChains #Whisper #NightSounds #Creaking #Luna #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #Anthology #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 分
  • The Firefly Jar on Marigold Lane

    The Firefly Jar on Marigold Lane
    2026/06/03
    October 1997. A quiet cul-de-sac in Millbrook, Indiana. The kind of street where kids still rode bikes after dark and nobody locked their doors. My friend Leo and I spent the last week of October catching fireflies in Mason jars, but the ones we caught on Marigold Lane weren't like the others. They didn't glow yellow. They pulsed blue. And when Leo held one up to his ear, he said it was whispering something about the house at the end of the street. I thought he was messing with me until I saw the light inside his jar spell out a name in the dark. A name that wasn't his. By the time Halloween came, the street had gone quiet. The fireflies were gone. But Leo's mother still leaves the porch light on, even now. She says he'll come home when he's ready. I don't think he's coming back. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #OctoberHorror #Fireflies #MarigoldLane #MillbrookIndiana #1997 #MasonJar #BlueLight #WhisperingInsects #MissingChild #PorchLight #Halloween #ChildhoodHorror #SmallTownSecrets #LunaNarrates #AnthologyHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Scarecrow That Looked Like Me

    The Scarecrow That Looked Like Me
    2026/06/02
    October 1998. A man named Dale Marsh, driving home late from his shift at the grain mill outside Griston, Illinois, sees a scarecrow standing in a field he has passed every night for seventeen years. This time the scarecrow is wearing his coat. His boots. His father's old hat. And its face—stitched from burlap—has started to look less like a sack and more like a reflection. Dale doesn't stop. He tells himself it's a prank, that some kid dragged old clothes into the field, that the pumpkin head is just a coincidence. But the next night the scarecrow is closer to the road. And the night after that, it is standing at the edge of his gravel driveway, one straw-stuffed arm raised, palm open, as if waiting for him to take it. This is the story of what Dale found when he finally pulled the thing down, and what he saw inside the burlap lining. And why, by the end of October, he stopped looking in mirrors. #Scarecrow #GristonIllinois #October1998 #GrainMill #BurlapFace #SlowBurnHorror #MirrorHorror #StrawMan #DaleMarsh #Highway22 #Cornfield #Coincidence #Reflection #PumpkinHead #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #LunaReads Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 分
  • The Scarecrow at the Edge of Whitaker Farm

    The Scarecrow at the Edge of Whitaker Farm
    2026/06/01
    In October of 2017, my cousin Theo drove out to Whitaker Farm to buy a bale of hay for a fall display. The farm was closing for the season, the fields already turned under, and the only thing left standing was a scarecrow at the far edge of the corn stubble. It wore a flannel shirt and a burlap sack with no face drawn on it. Theo bought his hay, but on the way out, he noticed the scarecrow had moved. Not much—just enough that it was facing the road now, where before it had faced the tree line. He told himself it was the wind, or his eyes playing tricks in the fading light. But when he came back the next morning to return a borrowed trailer, the scarecrow was standing in the middle of the driveway, fifty yards closer to the barn. And the burlap sack had a smile cut into it. Fresh. This is the story of the three days Theo spent trying to convince himself he wasn't being followed, and the night he finally understood that the scarecrow wasn't the one who had moved. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #Scarecrow #WhitakerFarm #Theo #BurlapSack #NoFace #October2017 #CornStubble #FlannelShirt #MovingScarecrow #SmileCutIntoIt #ThreeDays #Followed #FarmHorror #AutumnDread #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 分