The Swing at Old Fork Schoolhouse

The Bells at Mount Tabor Church

In the late autumn of 2019, Luna drove down a gravel road she'd never noticed before, past a sign for Mount Tabor Church that should not have been there. Inside, a woman named Evelyn was ringing a handbell in the dark, counting intervals of silence between each chime. She said she was waiting for the others to come back — the ones who disappeared from the congregation seventeen years ago, one by one, each vanishing on a night when the bell rang exactly three times. Luna sat on a wooden pew and listened as Evelyn told her about the deacon who went to check a noise in the basement, the choir director who stepped outside for air, the children who chased a ball into the woods. And then Evelyn handed Luna the bell and asked her to take a turn. This episode is a slow, hollow meditation on waiting, on rituals that outlast their meaning, and on the quiet horror of being asked to participate in something you don't understand. #TheBellsAtMountTaborChurch #MountTaborChurch #Evelyn #handbell #lostcongregation #gravelroad #autumn2019 #appalachianhorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowCountry #LunaBarksdale #vanishing #seventeenyears #basement #choirdirector #children #ritual Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Bell at Stinking Creek Schoolhouse

December 1973. A retired teacher named Marlene Coots returns to the abandoned Stinking Creek Schoolhouse one last time before it's demolished. She brings a mason jar of kerosene and a box of matches. She tells me what happened there in the winter of 1962 — the week the bell wouldn't stop ringing, even after they cut the rope. She shows me the names carved into the floorboards, and the place where the floor gives way to nothing. By the time she finishes her story, the kerosene is gone and the matches are spent. But the bell is still there, hanging in the cupola, and it has not rung in eleven years. Not once. Until tonight. #StinkingCreekSchoolhouse #MarleneCoots #Bell #1962 #1973 #KentuckyHollow #Kerosene #Matches #Floorboards #Cupola #Snow #December #Demolition #Ringing #Silence #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowCountry Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Bridge at Stillhouse Fork

In October of 2008, I drove out to Stillhouse Fork on a tip from a retired mail carrier named Owen Teague. He said the bridge there—old wooden planks over a creek that never makes a sound—had a way of holding on to things that should have moved on. He told me about a girl in a yellow raincoat who stood at the center of it every evening at dusk, waiting for a school bus that stopped running in 1974. I went to see for myself. I parked at the gravel pull-off and walked out onto the bridge. The water below was black and still, and the only sound was the creak of the boards under my boots. I stood there until the light went grey and the fog rolled up from the hollow, and I saw her—or something that looked like her—and I understood what Owen meant when he said the bridge doesn't just hold things. It remembers them. And sometimes, it lets them speak. #StillhouseFork #Bridge #YellowRaincoat #OwenTeague #Dusk #October #Appalachia #GhostStory #SchoolBus #1974 #Fog #Hollow #Creek #Memory #Lingering #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowCountry Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Bell at Stinking Creek Schoolhouse

October 1947. Luna's grandmother told her about the autumn she taught alone at a one-room school in the Cumberland foothills—Stinking Creek Schoolhouse—where a brass bell in the cupola began ringing at midnight, even though the clapper had been tied down with wire. No wind. No children. Just the sound of the pull rope going taut in the dark. This is the story of what she found in the attendance ledger, what the county superintendent said when she reported it, and why she never taught another day after Thanksgiving that year. A slow-burn encounter with an old hunger that had been waiting in the rafters long before the first teacher arrived. Quiet. Specific. Unforgotten. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowCountry #StinkingCreek #SchoolhouseBell #Appalachia #1947 #OneRoomSchool #TennesseeFoothills #LunaGrandmother #MidnightBell #AttendanceLedger #Cumberland #BackwoodsHorror #Atmospheric #OralTradition #LamplightStories #TrueHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Swimmer at Bee Rock Lake

In the summer of 1998, Luna's cousin Danny disappeared from a Tennessee lake. Four nights later, he showed up at her window, skin pale as milk, clothes soaking wet, talking about what he found under the water. This is the story of what he told her, and what she saw when she finally went back to Bee Rock Lake at midnight with a flashlight and a rowboat. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TennesseeHorror #BeeRockLake #Summer1998 #LakeGhost #DrownedMan #CousinDanny #Underwater #MysteriousWaters #AppalachianHorror #HollowCountry #Luna #MidnightSwim #SomethingInTheLake #FamilyCurse #MemoryAndLoss #QuietHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]