The Porch Swing at the End of Hollis Lane

The Porch Swing at the End of Hollis Lane

October 1987. A girl named Ellie Porter goes missing from her front porch in the town of Ashburn, Ohio. She was last seen on the swing at 11:14 PM — her mother heard the chains creak once more at 11:17, then nothing. When I visited the house twenty years later, the swing was still there. The chains had rusted solid. The porch light flickered even in broad daylight. I spoke to the current owners, who told me about the scratching at the back door every October 17th. About the way the swing moves on windless nights. About the photograph they found in the attic — a Polaroid of Ellie, smiling, holding a jack-o'-lantern with a face that looked too much like her own. I stayed until dusk. I saw something on that swing that cannot be explained by rust or wind or memory. This is what I saw. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDie #October1987 #AshburnOhio #HollisLane #PorchSwing #MissingGirl #ElliePorter #JackOLantern #Polaroid #RustedChains #PorchLight #ScratchingAtTheDoor #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #TrueStoryHorror #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Porch Light at the End of Hartwell Lane

October 2021. Luna's car breaks down on a back road in Millbrook, New York, and she knocks on the only lit porch on Hartwell Lane. The woman who answers, Eleanor, is ancient and kind. She offers tea and stories. But as the night deepens, Luna notices the porch light flickers in a pattern that isn't random. The jack-o'-lantern on the steps seems to shift its carved mouth between blinks. Eleanor talks about her husband, who left one October night twenty years ago to check the mail and never came back. She says his pumpkin is still on the stoop, never rotted. Luna looks closer and sees no stem, no seeds—just a hollow shell with two pinprick lights inside. The episode is a slow burn about grief, denial, and the terrible patience of something that waits for a return that will never come. #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HartwellLane #MillbrookNewYork #October #PorchLight #JackOLantern #Grief #Denial #Luna #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Pumpkin #NeverRotted #FlickeringLight #OldWoman Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Jack-o'-Lantern at the End of Parsonage Road

October 1997. A jack-o'-lantern with a face that seemed to follow you. Luna was ten years old, walking home alone from a friend's house on Parsonage Road. The pumpkin sat on a porch that no one remembered being there before. She tells us about the one rule her grandmother gave her: never look a stranger's jack-o'-lantern in the eye. But she looked. She looked. And the pumpkin grinned wider. A story about childhood trespass, the wrong kind of light in a window, and the thing that sat on the stoop until dawn. #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #JackOLantern #ParsonageRoad #October1997 #ChildhoodHorror #SmallTown #TheWrongPorch #Luna #NoCoHost #QuietDread #Folklore #ImaginaryFriend #SeasonalHorror #SoloNarration #Atmospheric #BurnedPumpkinSeed Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Bridge at the End of Merriwether Road

October 1997, just outside the town of Bishops Hollow. A one-lane iron bridge, a name carved into the rust, and a woman who crossed it every night for two weeks. Luna tells the story of her aunt Miriam, who swore the bridge was shorter on the way back. She measured it. She photographed it. And on the fifteenth night, she took Luna with her. What waits at the midpoint of a bridge that does not want you to leave. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TwelveWaysToDieInOctober #BishopsHollow #MerriwetherRoad #IronBridge #AuntMiriam #MissingSteps #October1997 #TapeMeasure #Polaroid #Midpoint #Repetition #WrongGeometry #NightWalk #OctoberDusk #Rust #BridgeThatEats Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Apple Orchard at the End of Bishop's Lane

October 1993, the last Saturday before Halloween. A woman named Cora Meecham drove out to Bishop's Lane to buy a bushel of heirloom apples from a farm stand that wasn't there the year before. The old man at the table didn't take money. He told her to pick an apple from the tree behind the barn—any apple—and bring it back to him before sundown. Cora chose a dark red one, almost black, and when she bit into it, the taste was smoke and something else. Something that felt like a memory of a door she had never opened. She spent the next three hours trying to find her way back to the farm stand. The road kept looping. The trees kept changing. The apple in her pocket grew colder and colder. This is what she told me when I found her sitting on the steps of the old post office, still holding the core. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #OctoberHorror #TwelveWaysToDie #BishopsLane #AppleOrchard #CoraMeecham #HeirloomApples #BlackApple #DarkFruit #FarmStand #AutumnHorror #LostTime #LiminalSpace #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #PodcastHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]