The Telephone on Cherrywood Lane

The Static Between Stations on Holloway Ridge

In the autumn of 2019, Luna drives a secondary road on Holloway Ridge at half past two in the morning. Her car radio scans past a station that should not exist—a number that belongs to no licensed broadcaster in the state. The signal is a child's voice, counting. She listens for three miles, then pulls over. The voice is not recorded. It speaks to her directly, by name, in the dark. This is a story about a frequency left open on purpose. About a child who has been counting for longer than she has been alive. And about what happens when you answer a radio that was never meant to find you. #HollowayRidge #StolenRadio #ChildsVoice #Counting #AMFrequency #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StandaloneEpisode #AutumnHorror #RoadsideEncounter #RadioHorror #SmallTown #UnlicensedBroadcast #OpenFrequency #FracturedSignal #Atmospheric #SlowBurn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Telephone on Cherrywood Lane

October 1997. Cherrywood Lane. A dead-end street in the kind of town where everyone knows everyone, and nobody locks their doors. Luna was housesitting for the Whitlocks — a favour for a neighbour, three nights, just feeding the cat and watering the plants. The phone rang at 3:17 AM. Not the cell phone, not the computer line — the old rotary in the kitchen alcove, the one they kept for decoration. Luna picked it up. On the other end, a child's voice. A girl. She said her name was Annie. She said she lived at 14 Cherrywood Lane. And she asked if the baby was okay. The problem is — Luna knew 14 Cherrywood Lane. The house had been empty for seventeen years. Empty since the fire. Empty since they found Annie's room, untouched, the phone still off the hook on her nightstand. Luna tells you what she heard that night, what she found in the attic the next morning, and why she still checks the caller ID every time the landline rings at her own apartment. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StaticLullaby #CherrywoodLane #TheTelephone #October1997 #Annie #RotaryPhone #3am #Housesitting #Attic #EmptyHouse #Fire #ChildsVoice #Unsettling #Atmospheric #SoloNarration #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Satellite on Holloway Ridge

In October of 1998, a teenager named Caleb Markey climbed the fire tower on Holloway Ridge outside of Dutton, Ohio, to fix the town's only internet satellite dish. He never came down the same. That night, the dish began receiving a signal from a frequency that shouldn't exist—a loop of a child's nursery rhyme, slowed down, run backwards, and layered under itself until the words became something else. Luna was the volunteer dispatcher who took the call at 2:17 AM. This is what she heard on the line before the static ate his voice. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HollowayRidge #DuttonOhio #SatelliteDish #FireTower #CalebMarkey #NurseryRhyme #SignalHorror #Frequency #1998 #SmallTownHorror #Static #Luna #AudioHorror #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Radio on Sandridge Road

In the summer of 1994, outside the half-dead town of Mowbray, Kansas, a stretch of Sandridge Road held a secret buried in the AM band. Luna remembers the night her father tuned the car radio to a station that didn't exist—a voice calling out coordinates, a child counting backwards, and the static that swallowed a whole family. A story about frequencies that remember what we try to forget, and the places where the dead still broadcast. #SandridgeRoad #MowbrayKansas #AMRadio #Static #BroadcastFromNowhere #1994 #SummerNight #FatherDaughter #Vanishing #Coordinates #Counting #DeadChannel #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #AMGhost #PodcastHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Radio on Sandridge Road

In a small town just off the county line, there is a stretch of road called Sandridge that dead-ends at a chain-link fence. Behind it, nothing but scrub and a collapsed silo. But on certain nights, when the air is wet and the AM band is full of static, the radio picks up a frequency that shouldn't exist. I found it one November evening, in a borrowed car with a cracked dashboard and a heater that only blew cold. The voice on that station knew my name. It knew things it should not have known. And it wanted me to come closer to the fence. This is the story of what I heard, what I saw, and why I don't listen to the radio anymore. It is a story about voices that are not quite human and frequencies that were never meant to be tuned. #AMradio #SandridgeRoad #static #voices #November #countyline #collapsedsilo #chainlinkfence #borrowedcar #deadend #frequency #knockoftree #redlight #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StandaloneEpisode #StaticLullaby Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]