The Pig at Bull Creek Slaughterhouse

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]

The Coal at Little Brushy Mountain

In the winter of 1992, a stretch of road along Little Brushy Mountain in Breathitt County, Kentucky, began pulling people out of their cars at night. Luna talks to a woman named Cora who lost her husband to the road six months earlier — but he kept coming home. Every night at 3:33 AM, she would hear his boots on the porch and the kitchen door swing open. The thing that came through wore his face, spoke in his voice, but smelled of damp coal and something older. Cora needed to know what came back from the mountain, and Luna walked the road with her to find out. A slow-burn story about the shape of grief, the smell of deep earth, and what the mountain returns when you call its name. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowCountry #LittleBrushyMountain #BreathittCounty #Kentucky #AppalachianHorror #CoalMountain #Grief #ReturningDead #3am #Winter1992 #OldRoad #Cora #MountainRoad #DampCoal #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]