The Bones at Devil's Elbow Creek

The Radios at Frozen Head Firetower

In the winter of 2019, a lone fire lookout in the Cherokee National Forest begins hearing voices on the emergency band—calls that repeat verbatim from the day before, then from years before she was born. By the third night, the radios are speaking to each other across decades, and one of them is telling her exactly when the next transmission will arrive. #FrozenHeadFiretower #CherokeeNationalForest #Tennessee #firelookout #emergencyband #radiohorror #disembodiedvoices #timeanomaly #solitude #winterhorror #mountainfolklore #tennesseetruecrime #disappeared #1999 #2019 #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AppalachianHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Pig at Bull Creek Slaughterhouse

In the autumn of 1987, a lone pig escaped the slaughterhouse on Bull Creek Road and ran into the woods behind the Fitch family farm. Luna's uncle, a retired butcher, told her the story one October evening while the leaves turned and the air smelled of smoke. The pig was found three weeks later, changed in a way no one could explain. The men who went after it never spoke of what they saw in the hollow that night. But the sound of that pig stayed with them, and with Luna, long after the meat was buried and the road was abandoned. A quiet horror story about what happens when something meant to die refuses to stay dead. #BullCreekSlaughterhouse #FitchFamilyFarm #ThePig #HollowCountry #AppalachianHorror #SlaughterhouseHorror #EscapedPig #AutumnHorror #1987 #EasternTennessee #UncleVirgil #HuntingHorror #NotQuiteDead #PigHorror #Rhododendron #Creek #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Lantern at Hurricane Creek Bridge

September 1987, just past midnight on Hurricane Creek Bridge, a narrow span of rusted iron over black water outside the town of Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Luna's cousin Harlan — a lineman for the phone company — was driving home when he saw a woman standing at the center of the bridge, holding a kerosene lantern that burned without smoke. She was wearing a white dress stained with creek mud. She did not blink. She did not speak. But when Harlan got out of his truck, he heard the water underneath the bridge whisper his mother's maiden name. This is what happened after that. And what he found in the rotted-out shed behind the old Grassy Creek Store the next morning. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowCountry #HurricaneCreekBridge #KeroseneLantern #TheLanternWoman #PigeonForge #GrassyCreekStore #CousinHarlan #September1987 #PhoneLineman #MissedCall #CreekWater #Shed #Hollow #SouthernGothic #AppalachianHorror #NoSmoke Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Kerosene at Beech Creek Church

October 1987. A single kerosene lamp burns all night in the window of Beech Creek Church, deep in a hollow where the fog never lifts. Luna's great-aunt Myrtle has been dead for three weeks, but someone — or something — keeps lighting the lamp she left on the sill. The deacons blame a draft. The pastor prays over it. But Luna watches from the gravel road each night, and she sees what they won't: the silhouette behind the glass that doesn't move like a flame. A slow-burn story about what we leave burning after we're gone, and what keeps burning back. #BeechCreekChurch #GreatAuntMyrtle #KeroseneLamp #October1987 #HollowCountry #AppalachianHorror #GhostStory #Fog #Rhododendron #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #SouthernGothic #Homecoming #WhatKeepsBurning #WindowSilhouette Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Night They Tore Down the Moon-Vine Church

In the summer of 1987, the little white church on Hemlock Ridge Road had been empty for thirty years when a crew of three men came to tear it down. Luna's uncle was one of them. He told her later about the thing they found growing inside the walls—a thick, pale vine that smelled like honeysuckle and gave off its own dim light at dusk. And about what happened after they cut it. This is a story about a hole. About something that wanted to be found. Set in a real patch of holler country near Lost Creek, Tennessee, on a humid July night that started with a crowbar and ended with a rope tied to a truck hitch. The men pulled the vine out by the roots. The roots kept pulling back. And then the church started to remember what it had been built to hold. #HollowCountry #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AppalachianHorror #LostCreekTennessee #HemlockRidgeRoad #MoonVine #ChurchHorror #Demolition #Summer1987 #PaleVine #Roots #Honeysuckle #Luna #SoloNarrator #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SouthernGothic Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]