Episodes

  • The Man Who Tuned Pianos at the First Baptist Church in Paradox

    The Man Who Tuned Pianos at the First Baptist Church in Paradox
    Jun 30 2026
    October 1997. A traveling piano tuner arrives in Paradox, New York, a town that doesn't appear on any map. He is hired to tune the old upright at the First Baptist Church, but the piano doesn't need tuning — it needs someone to listen. The man stays for three days, sleeping in the sanctuary, and the townspeople begin to recall a musician who vanished from the same church in 1937. The episode is about the sound of a note that never decays, the loneliness of listening for a living, and the moment you realize you are not the one doing the tuning. It ends in the church at dawn, with the tuner still sitting at the bench, and the last note still vibrating under his fingers. #ParadoxNY #FirstBaptistChurch #PianoTuner #GhostNote #VanishedMusician #1937 #October #UprightPiano #Resonance #Listening #Dawn #Sanctuary #SmallTown #RoadTrip #SoundHorror #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    11 mins
  • The Night the Light Stayed On at the Conoco in Tularosa

    The Night the Light Stayed On at the Conoco in Tularosa
    Jun 29 2026
    Luna recalls a night in September 1997 when she stopped for gas at a Conoco station on the edge of Tularosa, New Mexico. The attendant was a woman named Ellen who hadn't spoken in three years. Luna sat with her in the quiet booth as the neon hummed and the desert pressed in. Ellen pointed at a photograph pinned to the cash register — a man with no face. Luna doesn't know what happened after she left. But she knows that when she drove away, the light above the pump stayed on, even though the station was closed. A story about silence, absence, and the things we choose not to see. #Conoco #Tularosa #NewMexico #Ellen #desert #gasstation #silence #photograph #noface #September1997 #nightshift #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #lonelyplaces #smalltownhorror #unsettling Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Air Went Wrong at the Texaco in Culpepper

    The Night the Air Went Wrong at the Texaco in Culpepper
    Jun 28 2026
    Summer of 1987. A solo gas station attendant on the night shift at the Texaco on County Road 9 outside Culpepper, Ohio. A woman pulls in at 2 a.m. in a dust-caked sedan. She doesn't need gas. She doesn't need directions. She needs the attendant to hear her out—about the thing she found in her basement three nights ago, the thing that followed her up the stairs, out the door, and onto the highway. The attendant listens because the station is empty and the night is long. But by the time she finishes, the air around the pumps feels heavier. And the fluorescent lights keep flickering in a pattern that looks almost like a word. A quiet, slow-burn encounter about contagion, witness, and the kind of knowledge you can't unhear. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #GasStationHorror #Ohio #SmallTown #NightShift #Attendant #WomanInDistress #Contagion #Basement #Wordless #Flicker #Summer87 #CountyRoad9 #Culpepper #Tension #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Fence Grew at the Cemetery in Parshall

    The Night the Fence Grew at the Cemetery in Parshall
    Jun 27 2026
    Luna recalls a September night in 2017, driving through Parshall, North Dakota, when a detour led her past an old cemetery where a chain-link fence was slowly being consumed by wild rose vines. She stopped to photograph it and met an old man named Harlan who told her about the fence's history—and the thing that started growing through it after the last burial in 1923. Luna went back the next morning and found the fence intact but the roses gone, and a single fresh grave inside with no marker. She never found out who was buried there, or why the roses only bloom on the side of the fence that faces away from the town. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #Luna #ParshallNorthDakota #Cemetery #ChainLinkFence #WildRoses #Harlan #Detour #SeptemberNight #OldCemetery #UnmarkedGrave #Bloom #Vines #NorthDakotaHorror #RuralHorror #QuietDread Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Gas Station Lights Flickered at the Conoco in Tularosa

    The Night the Gas Station Lights Flickered at the Conoco in Tularosa
    Jun 26 2026
    Luna recounts a night in November 1998 when she pulled into a Conoco station on the edge of Tularosa, New Mexico, just after midnight. The air smelled of creosote and burnt sugar. The attendant—a man named Clyde who wore a name tag upside down—filled her tank without speaking. Then he pointed toward the restroom hallway and said: 'Don't go past the soda machine.' She went anyway. What she found behind the soda machine was a door that shouldn't have been there, with a sound coming from behind it that she still hears in the hum of old refrigerators. This episode is about the things we walk past every day and the thinness of the walls that separate us from what we aren't supposed to see. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated #Luna #Tularosa #Conoco #GasStationHorror #NewMexico #November #1998 #Clyde #Backroom #SodaMachine #Door #Sound #LiminalSpace #ThinWall #Don'tOpen Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Light Stayed On at the Wayfarer Motel in Rosarita

    The Night the Light Stayed On at the Wayfarer Motel in Rosarita
    Jun 25 2026
    On the last night of August, driving south through the California desert, I stopped at the Wayfarer Motel in Rosarita—a faded pink U-shaped building with a neon sign missing half its letters. The clerk, a woman named Miriam, handed me a key to Room 8 but warned me not to turn off the bathroom light. She said the previous guest had checked out three weeks ago and never came back for his things. That night, I understood why the light had to stay on. This is a story about what waits in the dark when you let it, about the sound of bare feet on linoleum, and about the man in Room 8 who learned the hard way that some doors don't lock from the inside. #WayfarerMotel #Rosarita #CaliforniaDesert #Room8 #MiriamTheClerk #BathroomLight #BareFeet #August #RustySink #NylonDress #CigaretteSmoke #NoOneHome #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StandaloneEpisode #SoloNarration #LunaReads #SideB Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Weeping Woman Came to the Hand-Wash Only Laundromat on Amity Street

    The Night the Weeping Woman Came to the Hand-Wash Only Laundromat on Amity Street
    Jun 24 2026
    It was the summer of '94 in a town called Mulvane, Kansas, and the only place open past midnight was the Hand-Wash Only Laundromat on Amity Street. I was there because my apartment's water had been shut off — again — and I needed to wash the sheets. That's where I met the weeping woman. She didn't look like much at first: a thin woman in a gray coat, bent over a machine that wasn't running, her shoulders shaking. I asked if she needed a quarter. She turned around. Her face was wet — not from tears. The water was coming from her eyes, but it wasn't tears. It was something else. Something that smelled like rust and old pennies. She told me she'd been washing the same load for seventeen years. She said she'd never get them clean. And then she showed me what was in the machine. I've never told anyone what I saw that night — not until now. But I still have the dream. And in the dream, she's still standing there, and the machine is still spinning, and the water is still running red. #SideB #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LaundromatHorror #Kansas #MulvaneKansas #WeepingWoman #MidnightHorror #SoloNarration #VintageRecord #LunaHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SmallTownHorror #1994 #SlowBurnHorror #Unsettling #ShortStory #NoClickbait Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Bell Rang at the One-Room School on Mink Creek Road

    The Night the Bell Rang at the One-Room School on Mink Creek Road
    Jun 23 2026
    November 1987. A one-room schoolhouse on Mink Creek Road, outside a town called Prosper, Texas. Luna's great-aunt taught there in the 1940s—eight grades, one room, a cast-iron stove. The school closed in '51, but the bell still rings some nights. This is the story of how Luna went to find out why, and what she found in the dirt under the floorboards. A story about what children hear when no one is listening, about a teacher who stayed too long, and about the sound a handbell makes when it's been buried for forty years. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SideB #MinkCreekRoad #ProsperTexas #OneRoomSchool #Handbell #November1987 #GreatAuntLouise #TheChildrensNames #DirtFloor #BuriedBell #RingingAtMidnight #WhatTheySaw #TheLastLesson #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins