Episodes

  • The Window at the Fisher House, March 1997

    The Window at the Fisher House, March 1997
    Jun 30 2026
    In the spring of 1997, a woman named Eleanor Fisher hired me to catalog the contents of her late mother's attic. The job was straightforward—sort, label, archive. But on the third floor of the Fisher house, there was a window that didn't look out onto the street. It looked into the same room, from the inside. And every night, someone was standing there. This is the story of what I found behind that window, and what it showed me about the last resident of the house. #TheFisherHouse #BoundInBlack #Luna #HorrorPodcast #Paranormal #HauntedWindow #AtticHorror #SmallTownHorror #1997 #Mystery #GhostStory #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #TrueHorror #FexingoHorror #SoloNarration #WindowToThePast #EleanorFisher Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Scissors at the Clearwell Barbershop, July 1998

    The Scissors at the Clearwell Barbershop, July 1998
    Jun 29 2026
    In the summer of 1998, a barber named Ellis Crane in the small town of Clearwell found a pair of antique scissors in a forgotten drawer. They seemed ordinary at first — just old steel, cold to the touch. But when he used them, his customers began to whisper things. Secrets they'd never told anyone. The scissors didn't cut hair — they cut through something else. And Ellis, alone in his shop after midnight, learned that some things are better left unsaid. This is a story about the weight of words, the silence of a small town, and a pair of scissors that wouldn't stay quiet. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Scissors #Barbershop #Clearwell #Secrets #SmallTown #Summer1998 #EllisCrane #Antique #Whispering #Unspoken #Supernatural #CreepyObject #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarrated #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 mins
  • The Key at the Pine Ridge Motel

    The Key at the Pine Ridge Motel
    Jun 28 2026
    December 1996. A lone traveler stops at the Pine Ridge Motel off Route 9, a place she's been before but never at this hour. The night clerk hands her a key to room 14, the same room she stayed in two years ago. But the key feels wrong in her hand — lighter, warmer, like it's been held too long. The lock turns too easily. Inside, the room is exactly as she left it, down to the toothbrush on the sink. The horror isn't in what's different. It's in what hasn't changed at all. Luna returns to a place that remembers her more clearly than she remembers it, and finds that some doors stay open long after you've left. #PineRidgeMotel #Route9 #December1996 #Room14 #Key #Luna #Return #Memory #Dread #FamiliarStrangeness #SmallTown #MotelHorror #Nostalgia #Unsettling #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 mins
  • The Boots on Greyhound Road, April 1998

    The Boots on Greyhound Road, April 1998
    Jun 27 2026
    April 1998. A Greyhound bus breaks down outside a one-stoplight town called Orford, New Hampshire. Luna gets off to stretch her legs and meets a woman named Evelyn who is waiting for something that stopped running years ago. The road is empty. The sky is the color of a bad bruise. Evelyn's story comes out in fragments -- a husband who walked into the woods, a set of boots that appeared on the porch each morning, the way the geese stopped flying over the house. Luna listens, and then she sees the boots for herself. This episode is about the shape of grief when it refuses to end. About what you keep setting out even when you know no one is coming back to fill it. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GreyhoundRoad #OrfordNewHampshire #April1998 #Evelyn #Boots #MissingHusband #Woods #Geese #Porch #Grief #Atmospheric #SoloNarrated #SlowBurn #Luna #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Letters at the Whitley Post Office, November 1999

    The Letters at the Whitley Post Office, November 1999
    Jun 26 2026
    November 1999. The Whitley Post Office was the last place you'd expect anything strange to happen — a squat brick building on Main Street with a cracked flagstone floor and a bulletin board of lost cats. But that November, the dead letters started writing themselves. Luna worked the counter three nights a week for extra cash. She remembers the way the fluorescent lights hummed, the smell of dust and stamp glue, and the envelopes that found their way into the system with no postmark, no address, no return — just a name. Her name. The letters were not threats. They were worse. They were invitations — describing places she had never been but recognized down to the colour of the wallpaper, the creak of a floorboard, the angle of a window in the rain. Each letter pulled her deeper into something that felt like memory but wasn't hers. A story about the things that arrive when you are the one who opens the mail, and what it means when the mail already knows you. #WhitleyPostOffice #DeadLetters #November1999 #SmallTownHorror #LunaNarrates #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #UnsettlingMail #PostOfficeHorror #FoundLetters #MemoryHorror #Whitley #NightShift #EpistolaryHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Key at the Pine Ridge Motel, August 1996

    The Key at the Pine Ridge Motel, August 1996
    Jun 25 2026
    In August of 1996, my cousin Claire spent a single night at the Pine Ridge Motel off Route 9 in western Massachusetts. She was driving back to college early, trying to beat the heat, and she picked a place that looked cheap and quiet. But the room they gave her, number 14, had a deadbolt on the inside that didn't match the key. And the woman at the front desk kept saying the same thing: 'Don't open the door after midnight, not for anyone, not even if they say they're me.' Claire promised she wouldn't. What she heard at 2:47 AM made her break that promise. This is what she told me the next morning, shaking, with the key still in her pocket, because she never checked out. #PineRidgeMotel #Route9 #Claire #August1996 #Key #Room14 #Deadbolt #Midnight #FrontDesk #Promise #WesternMassachusetts #SmallTown #Cousin #SleeplessNight #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #SoloNarrated Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Map on Rockhouse Road, April 1990

    The Map on Rockhouse Road, April 1990
    Jun 24 2026
    It was spring of 1990, the last spring before my friend Maggie forgot how to look at the sky. I was seventeen, she was sixteen, and we had a map that wasn't for anywhere on this side of the county line. Rockhouse Road ran east out of Erwin, Tennessee, past the old quarry and the defunct sawmill, dead-ending at a gate that said NO TRESPASSING in letters tall as a man. But the gate was always open. The map came from her grandmother's cedar chest, drawn on the back of a grocery list in pencil so faint it looked like spider legs. Maggie said it was a game. She said her grandmother used to play it when she was a girl. Find the place where the creek talks, the map said. Stand on the mossy stone. Say your name backward three times. Then the walker will find you. I laughed. I should not have laughed. Because Maggie did it, and I saw what came up the creek bed, and I have not stopped seeing it since. This is the story of what walks when you call it by the wrong name. #BoundInBlack #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #RockhouseRoad #ErwinTennessee #Appalachia #TheWalker #Maggie #1990 #CreekTalking #Map #GrandmothersChest #MossyStone #NoTrespassing #WrongName #FolkHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 mins
  • The Photograph at the Valentine House, October 1996

    The Photograph at the Valentine House, October 1996
    Jun 23 2026
    When Luna's aunt asked her to clean out an abandoned house on Cypress Lane, she expected dust and mouse droppings. What she found in a locked drawer was a single photograph dated October 31, 1996: a family portrait with all four faces scratched out. But the photograph was still developing, the Polaroid still wet. And when she turned it over, the handwriting on the back said 'Don't look at us after dark.' She put it back. She should have left it there. But she didn't. This is a story about a house that wanted to be remembered, and the photograph that remembered everything wrong. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BoundInBlack #Episode50 #TheValentineHouse #CypressLane #Polaroid #Photograph #October1996 #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #LunaReads #DarkArchive #FamilyPortrait #AbandonedHouse #ThingsLeftBehind #DontLook Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 mins