The Jack-o'-Lantern on the Porch of the Wilcox House

The Jack-o'-Lantern on the Porch of the Wilcox House

October 31st, 2023. A cold wind off Lake Erie. Luna finds herself on the porch of the old Wilcox house on Hemlock Street, a house that has stood empty for thirty years. But this Halloween, someone has carved a jack-o'-lantern there. The face is wrong—the eyes are too wide, the mouth too long, the teeth too many. And the candle inside does not flicker. It burns steady, like a watchful eye. She should leave. She knows she should leave. But the pumpkin's grin seems to widen as she stares. And when she finally turns to go, she hears something from inside the house: a low, wet scrape, like a knife being drawn across a pumpkin's flesh. A story about the things we carve into the dark, and what carves back. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Halloween #JackOLantern #WilcoxHouse #HemlockStreet #LakeErie #October31st #EmptyHouse #CarvedPumpkin #SteadyCandle #WrongFace #ScrapeSound #Porch #Dark #SmallTown #SoloNarrated #Atmospheric Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Jack-o'-Lantern on the Steps of St. Mark's Church

On the last Halloween before the town of Cold Spring shrank to nothing, Luna was twelve and too old to trick-or-treat but too young to stay home. She followed the other kids up Cemetery Hill, past the boarded-up houses, to the one porch on Maple Street where the old woman handed out full-size candy bars from a bowl shaped like a skull. But on the steps of St. Mark's Church, between the rusted iron fence and the yew trees, sat a jack-o'-lantern that wasn't carved by any human hand. The face it wore changed when you looked away. The light inside it was not candlelight. And when Luna came back the next morning, the pumpkin was still there—but the church steps were wet, and the grass around them had turned the color of old bone. #ColdSpring #StMarksChurch #JackOLantern #HalloweenNight #CemeteryHill #MapleStreet #FullSizeCandy #SkullBowl #ChangingFace #NotCandlelight #WetSteps #BoneGrass #SmallTownHorror #ChildhoodMemory #Unresolved #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Crossing Guard at the End of School Street

Luna recalls the autumn of 1998 in the small town of Millbrook, New York, when a new crossing guard appeared at the corner of School Street and Maple Avenue. Old Mrs. Kowalski had retired after thirty years, and in her place came a young woman with a quiet smile and eyes that did not blink often enough. The children whispered she smelled like wet earth and cold metal. Luna watched her wave the flag each morning and evening, her movements too precise, her lips moving constantly in a silent conversation with no one. By October, three children had wandered onto the road at odd hours, found sleepwalking toward the tree line. The crossing guard never touched them, but someone saw her kneel beside a boy named Tommy and lean in close, and the next day Tommy could not remember his own name. Luna tells what she saw from her bedroom window that Halloween night, and what she found when she walked down to the corner after dark. #TheCrossingGuardAtTheEndOfSchoolStreet #MillbrookNewYork #Halloween1998 #RuralHorror #CrossingGuard #Sleepwalking #Forgetfulness #WetEarthSmell #SchoolStreet #MapleAvenue #MrsKowalski #VanishingChildren #SmallTownSecrets #AutumnHorror #QuietDread #LunaNarrates #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Graveyard Shift at the Truck Stop on Route 17

October 1998. Luna's cousin Danny worked the overnight register at the Blue Moon Truck Stop outside Elko, Nevada. He told her about the regulars who came through: the long-haulers with their CB handles, the waitress who'd worked there since it opened, and the man who always ordered black coffee and never spoke. Then one night Danny saw something in the parking lot that made him quit without notice. This is the story of what he saw, and what it left behind. A slow-burn recollection about loneliness, the open road, and the things that follow you home from a place you were never supposed to stay. #BlueMoonTruckStop #Route17 #ElkoNevada #CousinDanny #Gravelot #BlackCoffee #October1998 #OpenRoad #TruckStopHorror #Loneliness #SomethingInTheParkingLot #AllHallowsCalendar #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]

The Last Pumpkin at the Farmer's Market on Oak Street

It's Halloween night, 1992, and the farmer's market on Oak Street is closing up for good. The vendors have packed their tents, the lights are off, and only one stall remains—a lone table with a single pumpkin, a handwritten sign that says 'FREE,' and a man who won't leave. Luna was there because she'd heard a rumor about that stall, about the pumpkin that never rots, about the man who's been sitting there every Halloween for as long as anyone can remember. But what she found wasn't a prank or a local legend. It was something older, something patient, and it knew her name. This is a quiet, slow-burn story about the things we leave behind, the things that wait, and the price of taking something that was never meant to be free. #HalloweenNight #FarmersMarket #OakStreet #TheLastPumpkin #SmallTownHorror #HallowsCalendar #LunaNarrates #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #1992 #Pumpkin #FreeSign #Wait #NoNeatClosure #Linger Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo [https://buymeacoffee.com/fexingo]