The Pumpkin Patch at Mulberry Hollow

The Hollow at Gallows Pond

In October of 2004, I spent a long weekend at a friend's family cabin near Gallows Pond, a dark, weedy stretch of water outside the town of Raven's Mill. The cabin was old, the kind of place where every floorboard groaned and the cellar door was kept padlocked. On the second night, a woman came walking up the gravel drive—dressed in a white nightgown, barefoot, her hair plastered to her face. She said she lived across the pond. She said her name was Anna. And she asked me to come see the thing that was living in her basement. By the end of the night, I learned why no one in Raven's Mill ever talked about Gallows Pond, and why the old maps left a blank space where the cabins should have been. This is what I saw. This is what I carried home with me. #GallowsPond #RavensMill #TheCabin #Anna #WhiteNightgown #BasementDoor #TheThingInTheBasement #Cicadas #October2004 #CreakingFloorboards #PadlockedCellar #PondFog #LanternLight #NoNameOnTheMap #WhatSheSaid #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Window at the End of Aspen Grove

In the autumn of 2017, Luna's car broke down outside the tiny town of Raven's Mill, West Virginia. Stranded at a gas station named after a dead boy, she heard a story about a window that only appeared on Halloween night — a window that showed you what you'd lost. The old man who told it had been looking for thirty years. What he saw that night changed everything Luna thought she knew about grief, memory, and the thinness of October. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AllHallowsCalendar #RavensMill #WestVirginia #AspenGrove #TheWindow #Halloween #Grief #Memory #October #GasStation #LostAndFound #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #GhostStory #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The House on Barlow Lane That Forgets

October 1999. A one-lane road in the hills outside Riddle Creek, Oregon. Luna's car died on the gravel shoulder, and she walked to the nearest farmhouse for a phone. The woman who answered the door, Eleanor, insisted she stay for tea. The house was warm, smelled of cinnamon, and every room had clocks stopped at exactly 11:43. Eleanor spoke of her husband as if he had just stepped out. But his coat had been hanging on the same hook for thirty years. This is a story about what happens when a place decides to remember only the good parts — and how the things it forgets don't stay gone. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AllHallowsCalendar #RiddleCreek #BarlowLane #Eleanor #stoppedclocks #elevenfortythree #thehouseforgets #rememberingonlythegood #October1999 #lonelyroad #farmhousehorror #cinnamonanddust #mothballs #whatsbehindtheshutdoor #losttime #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Man Who Rented Room 12 at the Pines Motel

October 1997. A man who never sleeps checks into a rundown motel off Route 27 in Stark, Pennsylvania. Luna's aunt managed the Pines Motel that autumn, and she still tells the story about the guest in Room 12 who paid in cash, left no trace, and seemed to be waiting for something that arrived on the last night of the month. A quiet, slow-burn episode about sleeplessness, the weight of anticipation, and the things that knock on motel doors at 3 AM. No gore. Just the hum of a flickering neon sign and a door that stayed open a crack longer than it should have. #ThePinesMotel #StarkPennsylvania #Route27 #Room12 #LunasAunt #October1997 #SleeplessGuest #MotelHorror #LonelyRoad #ThatWhichKnocks #FlickeringNeon #LastNightOfOctober #SmallTownSecrets #HorrorStorytelling #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarrated #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Crying Boy of Maple Street

October 1998. A quiet street in Clarion, Ohio, where every house is decorated for Halloween except number 47—dark, silent, a jack-o'-lantern long collapsed on the stoop. Luna walks home past midnight and sees a boy in the upstairs window. Not waving. Not crying. Just standing there with his palms pressed to the glass. The next night he's at the front door. The next night he's closer. By the third night she learns that no one has lived in that house for twelve years. A slow, hushed encounter with something that wants in—and has been patient. #AllHallowsCalendar #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheCryingBoy #MapleStreet #ClarionOhio #October1998 #Halloween #EmptyHouse #Window #LunaVoice #SlowBurn #Atmospheric #SoloNarration #GhostStory #Midnight #JackOLantern #Patience Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]