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  • The Well on Old Hemlock Road

    The Well on Old Hemlock Road
    2026/06/08
    August 1997. Luna was seventeen, staying at her aunt's farm outside the tiny town of Drain, Oregon. The property had a well — not the kind you draw water from, but a dry stone shaft thirty feet deep, capped with a rusted iron plate. Locals said it had been sealed since the 1950s, after the Hayes boy fell in. But Luna's cousin Jessa knew differently. One humid night, she led Luna to the well with a length of rope and a flashlight. What they found at the bottom — and what followed them back up — is a story about the difference between echoes and voices, and why some things should never be uncovered. #OldHemlockRoad #DrainOregon #TheWell #CousinJessa #August1997 #DryStoneWell #RustedIronPlate #HayesBoy #EchoesAndVoices #HeldBreath #StoneStairs #Falling #Counting #MossAndSlime #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PacificNorthwest #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Last Canoe at Loon Lake

    The Last Canoe at Loon Lake
    2026/06/07
    August 1997. Loon Lake, Oregon. A boy named Caleb borrows his uncle's canoe one last time before the family moves east. He paddles out past the beaver dam, past the floating logs where the lake bends north, and into a cove that shouldn't exist. The water there is black and still, and the trees on the shore lean inward like they're watching. He finds an old dock half-sunken, and on it, a figure sitting motionless in a white dress. She doesn't wave. She doesn't speak. But when he tries to paddle away, the lake won't let him. A quiet, creeping story about what waits in the places we think we know, and what it costs to look too long into still water. #LoonLake #Oregon #Canoe #StillWater #WhiteDress #August1997 #BeaverDam #LostCove #BlackWater #NoWake #SubmergedDock #Caleb #UncleRay #FogOnWater #RowingBackwards #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PacificNorthwest Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Crossroads at Deadhorse Creek

    The Crossroads at Deadhorse Creek
    2026/06/06
    In November of 2003, near the town of Harlow, Oregon, a stretch of gravel road known as Deadhorse Creek Cutoff started showing up on maps where it had never been before. Luna's uncle, a cartographer for the Forest Service, was the first to notice the discrepancy—a mile-long road that appeared overnight in the official survey data. When he drove out to verify it, he found a dirt lane that didn't match any existing record, lined with survey flags that smelled like wet ash. This is the story of what he found at the end of that road, and why he never went back to the office after that week. #DeadhorseCreek #HarlowOregon #VanishingRoads #CartographyHorror #ForestService #UncleStory #WrongTurn #ImpossiblePlaces #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PacNW #SoloNarrated #LunaReads #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #LiminalSpace #LostHighway #ThresholdStories Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 分
  • The Gate That Forgot Its Purpose at Eagle Creek

    The Gate That Forgot Its Purpose at Eagle Creek
    2026/06/05
    A backroad shortcut outside Estacada, Oregon. A gate that shouldn't be there — iron, rusted shut, no fence on either side. I drove past it twice before I stopped. The third time, I got out. The gate wasn't locked. It opened onto a path that didn't match the map, and the trees on the other side were older than anything I'd ever seen. I walked until the sound of my own car disappeared. The gate tried to close behind me, but I caught it — just barely. I came back with bruises on both hands and something I can't unremember. This is what I saw between the second and third step on the other side of a gate that shouldn't exist. #EagleCreek #Estacada #Oregon #Backroad #IronGate #OldGrowth #LostPath #MemoryLoss #TrailThatMeasures #Fog #Dusk #Walking #Solitary #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分
  • The Trail That Measured You at Miller Creek

    The Trail That Measured You at Miller Creek
    2026/06/04
    Late October, 2017. Luna hikes a remote loop off the Miller Creek Trailhead, a two-mile stretch that should take forty minutes. But the trail keeps changing — a fallen log she stepped over appears again around the next bend, a bridge she crossed shows up twice, and the moss on the trees starts to look arranged, deliberate. She meets an old man at a clearing who tells her the trail has been here longer than the forest, and that it measures people — not in miles, but in how much they can forget before they break. She doesn't remember walking out. She only remembers waking up in her car with the odometer rolled back by three-tenths of a mile, and a pine needle caught under her fingernail that wasn't there before. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PacificNorthwest #MillerCreek #LostTrail #TimeLoop #Forgetting #Moss #OldMan #Clearing #October #HikingHorror #Surreal #Atmospheric #SoloNarrated #LunaReads #Anthology #WhateverWalksThePines Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Bench at Rainier Junction

    The Bench at Rainier Junction
    2026/06/03
    In the summer of 2020, a woman named Delia Marsh moved into a rented cabin outside the small town of Rainier Junction, Washington, hoping to escape the noise of the city and finish a book. She found something else: a wooden bench at the edge of a logging road, bolted to a concrete slab, always dry even in the rain. A man in a waxed jacket who appeared there every evening, sitting with his back to her, never turning. Delia did what any sensible person would do — she started watching from her window, timing his arrivals, leaving notes on the bench. He never responded. But the bench started changing. The carvings. The smell. The way the light bent around it at dusk. By September, Delia understood that the bench was not a place for sitting. It was a place for waiting. And the man in the jacket was not the one who waited. He was the one who was waited for. This is a story about the line between curiosity and trespass, and what happens when the forest decides you're not leaving. #RainierJunction #DeliaMarsh #TheBench #LoggingRoad #PacificNorthwest #SmallTownHorror #ForestDread #WoodenBench #WaxedJacket #Dusk #Summer2020 #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #UnresolvedEnding #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologySeries #WhateverWalksThePines Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 分
  • The Door That Walked the Siuslaw River

    The Door That Walked the Siuslaw River
    2026/06/02
    In the autumn of 2019, a back-to-the-lander named Cora bought a collapsing cabin on the Siuslaw River, deep in the Oregon Coast Range. The place had been empty for thirty years, and she wanted to fix it up alone. But the cabin had a door that didn't stay where it was supposed to. At first it was just wrong — a door that opened onto a blank wall, then onto a room that wasn't there. Then it started moving at night. Cora tried to board it up, but the nails bent sideways, and the boards fell off in the dark. She called me in late October, her voice thin and frayed, asking if I knew anyone who could help with a door that... breathed. This is what she told me when I got there. It's not a story about spirits or ghosts. It's about a house that never finished being built, and a door that wanted to find its way home. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #WhateverWalksThePines #SiuslawRiver #OregonCoastRange #LaneCounty #AbandonedCabin #Door #LiminalSpace #AutumnHorror #PacificNorthwest #SlowBurnHorror #Atmospheric #SoloNarrated #Cora #Woods #Night #UnfinishedHouse Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    11 分
  • The Fence That Ate the Gordon Pasture

    The Fence That Ate the Gordon Pasture
    2026/06/01
    June of 2003, just outside the town of Alder Creek, Oregon. A stretch of barbed-wire fence on the Gordon family's back pasture started growing. Not rusting or sagging — growing. New wire spiraled out of the old, posts split and thickened like roots, and the fence line crept inward a few inches every night. Cal went out to fix it one Tuesday and didn't come back. By the time I got there, the fence had swallowed his tools, his hat, and half the pasture. The Gordons wouldn't talk about it. But I walked that fence line at dusk with a borrowed flashlight, and I saw something I still can't explain. This episode is about borders that don't stay put, and the quiet hunger of a place that wants more than it was given. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaNarrates #PacificNorthwest #AlderCreek #Oregon #TheFence #GordonPasture #barbedwire #growingfence #disappearance #pasture #June2003 #dusk #creeping #hunger #borders #folkhorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 分