The Stuffed Rabbit at the Fairgrounds

The Night-Blooming on Cypress Lane

July 1987, two in the morning, on a dead-end road outside a town called Thalia, Arkansas. Luna's aunt phoned her that night — not for comfort, but for a witness. A neighbor's boy had been sleepwalking again, but this time he walked past the property line and kept going, straight into the overgrown lot at the end of Cypress Lane. What they found there wasn't the boy at first — it was the smell, sweet and rotten, hanging in the wet air like something exhaled. The lot had been empty for years, a tangle of kudzu and rusted car parts, but that night something had bloomed. Something that shouldn't have. A single flower, white as bone, tall as a man, its petals slick and trembling in the dark. The boy stood in front of it, perfectly still, his mouth open just a little. Luna tells the story the way her aunt told her — piece by piece, in the dark, over the phone, as if saying it all at once might make it true. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StaticLullaby #CypressLane #ThaliaArkansas #NightBloomingFlower #Sleepwalking #July1987 #SmallTownHorror #Kudzu #BoneWhite #SweetRot #SouthernGothic #LunaNarrates #AnthologyHorror #Unsettling #AtmosphericHorror #StandaloneEpisode Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Empty Bassinet on Orchard Drive

October 1992, three a.m., a ranch house on Orchard Drive in the sleepy town of Millbrook, New York. Luna was house-sitting for the Blanchards — a young couple whose daughter, Maisie, had died of SIDS six months earlier. The parents were away at a grief retreat. The house was still full of the baby's things: the nursery exactly as it had been, the mobile still turning in the draft from the vent. And every night, at three a.m., the baby monitor in the guest room crackled to life with a sound that was not static. This is a story about the unbearable weight of absence — and what fills it when no one is listening. Told in Luna's hushed, intimate voice, by candlelight, as if she still can't quite believe what she heard. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StaticLullaby #BabyMonitor #Grief #Millbrook #OrchardDrive #SIDS #EmptyNursery #ThreeAM #October #1992 #HouseSitting #AudioHorror #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #Luna #Loss Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Radio in the Root Cellar on Hemlock Lane

In the autumn of 1987, Luna helps a friend clear out her grandmother's farmhouse on Hemlock Lane, outside the faded town of Millbrook. The job is meant to be straightforward—sort belongings, pack memories—but in the root cellar, behind a false wall of old shelving, they find a vintage tabletop radio wired to nothing, its cord severed, its plug gone. Yet when Luna turns the dial, the static holds something that wasn't there before: a voice, faint and wrong, speaking in a language that sounds like English stretched too thin. As the days pass, the voice gains clarity, and Luna begins to understand what the radio is asking for. A quiet, intimate story about inheritance, listening too closely, and the things we choose to leave buried. #StaticLullaby #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #SmallTownHorror #RootCellar #Farmhouse #Millbrook #HemlockLane #RadioStatic #VoiceFromThePast #Autumn1987 #Inheritance #FalseWall #DisembodiedVoice #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #SlowBurnHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Projector at the Rialto Theater

Summer 1987. The Rialto Theater in Millbrook, Vermont, was a single-screen time capsule showing last-run double features to anyone desperate enough to sit through the humidity. Luna's cousin Nora worked the concession stand and told her about the nights when the projector would run on its own after close. The film was always the same—a 16mm reel no one remembered ordering, showing a house on a hill that got closer with each screening. By the time the manager found the projectionist's notebook, the last entry read: 'It sees me now.' #RialtoTheater #MillbrookVermont #Summer1987 #Projector #Nora #16mmFilm #EmptyTheater #Cousin #DoubleFeature #Celluloid #HouseOnAHill #Projectionist #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StandaloneEpisode #StaticLullaby #Luna #SmallTown Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Wringer at the Wash-Tub Laundromat

In the fall of 2007, Luna spent a night at a 24-hour laundromat on the outskirts of Murphysboro, Illinois, trying to wash a blanket that smelled of the river. The place was nearly empty — just a tired woman folding her children's clothes and a man reading a paperback by the dryers. But the old wringer washer in the corner was running without a plug. The woman said she'd seen it start on its own at midnight for the past three weeks, and that the clothes it wrung out were never there when she looked back. Luna stayed until dawn, watching the rollers turn, and the basket stayed full of something that dripped black water that steamed in the cold air. This is a story about routine, and the things that find their way back into the cycle. #StaticLullaby #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LaundromatStory #Murphysboro #WringerWasher #Midnight #Fall2007 #AllNightLaundry #SmallTownHorror #Unplugged #Cycles #BlackWater #SteamInTheCold #LunaAlone #SoloNarrated #HorrorAnthology #CreepyEncounter Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]