The Lamplighter at Cutshin Creek

The Lamplighter at Cutshin Creek

In October of 1998, I spent a week in the small town of Cutshin, Kentucky, helping my aunt clean out her late husband's workshop. The last thing I found was a brass kerosene lantern, still warm to the touch, in a locked drawer. That night, I learned its owner had never used it—he'd answered it. A story about a road that isn't on any map, a light that doesn't flicker, and the man who walks the hollow every night, never getting any closer. #CutshinKentucky #KeroseneLantern #TheLamplighter #HollowCountry #AppalachianHorror #RoadThatIsntThere #UnflickeringFlame #MidnightTrembling #CutshinCreek #1998 #LunaFexingo #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SouthernGothic #PodcastHorror #FolkHorror #SoloNarration #AdFreeHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Wind at Buckhorn Cemetery

Late autumn 1992. Luna's truck broke down on a gravel road outside Buckhorn, Kentucky—a hollow so deep the sun didn't clear the ridge until noon. An old woman named Hester found her, brought her to a house with no electricity, and told her about the wind that comes down from the ridge every October when the oak leaves go dry. Not a storm wind. A listening wind. Hester said it collects voices from the cemetery at the top of the hill—people she buried herself, people who died in the mines, people who never got a stone. Luna stayed the night. She heard it. She heard her own name carried on a gust that smelled of wet clay and coal dust. She has never told anyone the rest. #HollowCountry #BuckhornKentucky #HesterMullins #TheListeningWind #CemeteryWind #OctoberWind #GravelRoad #AppalachianHorror #MineDisaster #UnmarkedGraves #VoicesInTheWind #1992 #DieselTruck #KeroseneLantern #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Road at Midnight Branch Road

Luna tells the story of a man she met at a gas station outside Cottondale, West Virginia, on a November night in 2019. He was driving a white Ford Ranger with a camper shell, heading south on a road that according to every map he owned simply didn't exist past a certain point. He showed her the tire tracks that stopped dead in the middle of the pavement, the smell that came through the vents when he idled there too long, and the thing he saw in his rearview mirror just before he floored it in reverse. He was still shaking when he walked into the station. She bought him a coffee and let him talk until dawn. The road is still there. They paved a new section last spring. #MidnightBranchRoad #CottondaleWestVirginia #WhiteFordRanger #VanishingRoad #Windrock #CoalCountry #KeroseneLantern #HollowCountry #RoadHorror #AppalachianHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #Luna #GasStationEncounter #BackRoads #NovemberNight #LamplightStories Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Bell at Little Creek Primitive Baptist

In the summer of 1987, Luna's grandmother sends her to clean out the basement of the old Primitive Baptist church on Little Creek Road. The church has been abandoned for thirty years, but the basement holds a single room sealed with a padlock. Inside, she finds a bell—not a church bell, but a handbell, brass, tarnished, with a leather-wrapped handle. Strange carvings cover the walls: dates, names, symbols she doesn't recognize. The bell rings without being touched, and Luna begins to understand why the church was abandoned. A quiet, atmospheric story about a forgotten ritual and the cost of silence. #LittleCreekPrimitiveBaptist #Handbell #BasementRitual #AbandonedChurch #KentuckyHorror #1987 #Summer #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AppalachianHorror #RustyBell #SealedRoom #CarvedNames #OldRitual #QuietDread #Candlelight #ForgottenHistory Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Hound at Stony Fork Road

Luna remembers a summer night in 1997, idling her car at the Stony Fork bridge in Campbell County, Tennessee, when a hound appeared out of the dark. He was muddy and thin, with a collar that had no tag. She got out to help him. He led her up the hollow, past abandoned tobacco barns and a rusted school bus, to a house where something had been waiting a long time. A story about kindness, and what it pulls out of the woods. Recorded by Luna from her own memory, late one night on the porch. #HollowCountry #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #CampbellCounty #StonyForkRoad #Tennessee #1997 #Hound #Appalachia #DogStory #AbandonedHouse #TobaccoBarn #Rhododendron #Bridge #SummerNight #Luna #SoloNarration #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]