Episodes

  • The Pay Phone at the Abandoned Gas Station on Route 9

    The Pay Phone at the Abandoned Gas Station on Route 9
    Jun 13 2026
    October 1998, just past midnight on a deserted stretch of Route 9 outside Oakridge. Luna's car died near an old gas station that had been closed for years — weeds growing through the pumps, the sign hanging by one chain. There was a pay phone still standing by the side of the building, the handset swaying slightly in the wind, as if someone had just hung up. She never should have picked it up. The voice on the other end — thin, familiar, asking for a name she hadn't heard in fifteen years — led her into a conversation that dug up a promise she had buried a long time ago. A promise she had made to her sister. A promise she had broken. Some debts don't expire. And some phone lines never really disconnect. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #Route9 #Oakridge #PayPhone #AbandonedGasStation #October1998 #Sister #BrokenPromise #Debt #PhoneCall #Midnight #Luna #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #IntimateHorror #HushedDread Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Attic Door on Cypress Hill Road

    The Attic Door on Cypress Hill Road
    Jun 12 2026
    In the winter of 1997, Luna's cousin Jenny rented a small house on Cypress Hill Road outside Oakridge. The attic door in the hallway was nailed shut, but every night at 2:33 a.m., something on the other side knocked exactly three times. Jenny called Luna, asking her to stay over. That night, Luna watched the nails push out from the inside, one by one. This is what happened after the last nail fell. A story about what waits behind a door that was never meant to open. No blood, no monster—just the sound of something breathing on the other side of a wall you thought was solid. Some doors are sealed for a reason. And some reasons don't care if you're listening. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #AtticDoor #CypressHillRoad #Jenny #Winter1997 #Cousin #ThreeKnocks #Nails #HouseSitting #Oakridge #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #Luna #SoloNarrated #TrueHorror #Paranormal Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Bell Jar in the Root Cellar on Jericho Road

    The Bell Jar in the Root Cellar on Jericho Road
    Jun 11 2026
    It was late October in the town of Stilwater, the kind of cold that gets into your bones before you even step outside. Luna's aunt, a woman who collected antique medical instruments, had just passed, and Luna was left to clean out the old farmhouse on Jericho Road. In the root cellar, behind a wall of mason jars, she found a bell jar—the kind used to preserve specimens or, in this case, to keep something trapped. The thing inside had waited a long time, and it had a lot to say about why her aunt never let anyone go down there alone. But what unsettled Luna most wasn't the thing in the jar—it was how familiar its voice sounded, like a dream she'd forgotten she'd had. This is a quiet, slow-burn story about inheritance, isolation, and the things we keep in the dark. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #BellJar #RootCellar #JerichoRoad #Stilwater #AntiqueMedicalInstruments #Inheritance #Isolation #VoiceFromTheDark #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #Luna #October #Farmhouse #PreservedSpecimen Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Side Door on Mulberry Lane

    The Side Door on Mulberry Lane
    Jun 10 2026
    In the winter of 2019, a woman named Margie started calling the Sleep Paralysis Hotline every Tuesday at 3:17 AM. She lived alone on Mulberry Lane in a small Massachusetts town called Wrenfield. The side door of her house, which she never used, would rattle in its frame at exactly 3:17 AM—every single night. She boarded it up. She put a deadbolt on it. She even nailed a two-by-four across the jamb. But the rattling never stopped. And then one Tuesday, she stopped calling. Luna drove out to Mulberry Lane three days later. She found Margie's house dark, the side door standing open, and something inside that could only be heard in the silence after the phone line goes dead. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #MulberryLane #WrenfieldMassachusetts #SideDoor #Winter2019 #CreakingFloorboards #NighttimeRattling #PhoneLineStatic #DarkHouse #SingleWoman #MissingPerson #UnlockedDoor #BasementSteps #PlasticRattling #LunaNarrates #SoloNarratedHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night-Soil Man on Dove Creek Road

    The Night-Soil Man on Dove Creek Road
    Jun 9 2026
    In the autumn of 1991, a woman named Ruth lived alone in a rental farmhouse on Dove Creek Road outside Oakridge. Every night, at exactly 2:47 AM, a truck idled at the end of her drive—the night-soil man making his rounds. The county said no such service existed. Ruth watched from her window, night after night, until the driver began to wait. A story about the intimacy of being watched, the pattern that becomes a presence, and what begins to move inside a house that has been seen too long. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #LunaReads #DoveCreekRoad #Oakridge #NightSoil #Ruth #1991 #Farmhouse #Waiting #BeingWatched #Pattern #Cesspool #CountyRoad #Autumn #Rental #Solitude Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Window Unit at the Oakridge Motor Lodge

    The Window Unit at the Oakridge Motor Lodge
    Jun 8 2026
    August 1987. Oakridge, a town that sweats even at midnight. Luna's cousin Danny takes a summer job at the Motor Lodge, a place where the ice machine grinds all night and the vacancy sign hums. He's assigned to room 14 — a room no one stays in more than one night. A room with a window unit that clicks on by itself, that breathes cold air even in July, that shows him something in the dark between the blinds. A story of one night, one hallway, one leaky faucet, and the thing that sat in the plastic chair by the window. Not a ghost. Not a dream. Just a cold patch in the air that knew his name. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #OakridgeMotorLodge #WindowUnit #CousinDanny #Room14 #August1987 #MotelHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #HushedDread #IntimateHorror #SoloNarrated #LunaReads #NoJumpScares #ThatWhichWaits #ACUnitFromHell Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Field Behind the Oakridge High School Gymnasium

    The Field Behind the Oakridge High School Gymnasium
    Jun 7 2026
    October 2006. After the homecoming bonfire, a group of Oakridge High seniors gather in the field behind the gym to tell stories. But one of them — a quiet girl named Marcy — has a story of her own. She claims that every time she falls asleep, she wakes up in the same place: the empty field, under a starless sky, with something standing at the edge of the treeline. It never moves closer, but it never leaves either. And tonight, as the bonfire dies and the others laugh it off, Marcy points to the treeline and asks them to look. This is a story about the boundary between sleep and waking, about the thing that waits in the peripheral dark, and about what happens when you refuse to look away. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SleepParalysisHotline #Oakridge #Homecoming2006 #BonfireNight #Marcy #TheThingAtTheTreeline #SleepParalysis #HypnagogicHorror #FieldBehindTheGym #SeniorYear #OctoberHorror #SmallTownMystery #CampusLegends #UnresolvedHorror #QuietTerror #LunaReads Fexingo founder and producer: Ibnul Jaif Farabi Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Keyhole at the Oakridge Public Library

    The Keyhole at the Oakridge Public Library
    Jun 6 2026
    In the winter of 1997, I spent my nights reshelving books in the Oakridge Public Library, a limestone building that had stood silent since 1912. The basement held the archive—old newspapers, ledgers, and a locked door that no one had a key for. But one night, I found a key in a returned book. It fit the lock. What I saw through the keyhole on the lower floor was not a room. It was a corridor that stretched downward, lined with shelves of leather-bound volumes with no titles, and at the end, a woman in a blue dress who saw me seeing her. I never opened that door. But for five nights after, she waited for me at the front desk, asking for a book I couldn't find, always the same question: 'Do you have the one about the girl who looked through the keyhole?' #TheKeyholeAtTheOakridgePublicLibrary #LibraryHorror #Keyhole #Winter1997 #BasementArchive #LockedDoor #WomanInBlue #OldBooks #Oakridge #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaStory #SleepParalysisHotline #SoloNarration #IntimateHorror #UnansweredQuestions #Atmospheric #AnalogHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins