Episodes

  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Concession Stand at a County Fair

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Concession Stand at a County Fair
    Jun 14 2026
    It's the last night of the county fair in Holloway, Oklahoma—August, 1987. Luna rides the elevator to floor twelve and steps out onto the midway after closing. The lights are still on, the rides still creak in the wind, but the crowd is gone. A single concession stand glows under a string of bulbs, and the man behind the counter is waiting. He knows her name. He knows her father's name. He knows things he should not know. And he offers her a choice—leave with a bag of kettle corn, or stay and hear the rest. She stays. He tells her about the fair that travels between floors, about the things that ride it, about the year he sold his name for a spot behind the counter. And then he asks her what she's willing to trade for the truth. Luna walks back to the elevator with a paper bag in her hands and the taste of burnt sugar in her mouth. She presses the button for the lobby, but the doors open on floor twelve again and again, each time a different year, each time the same booth, the same man, the same question. She has not been home since. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #ElevatorHorror #EmptyFloorTwelve #CountyFair #ConcessionStand #KettleCorn #HollowayOklahoma #August1987 #Midnight #RidesAfterDark #Bargain #Trade #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #FolkHorror #AntiqueCarousel Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to an Empty Church Pew

    The Night the Elevator Opened to an Empty Church Pew
    Jun 13 2026
    It was late November, just before Thanksgiving, when the elevator opened on a small church in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico. The air inside smelled of old hymnals and dust, and a single woman sat in the third pew, facing the altar. She didn't turn when Luna stepped out. She just kept whispering something under her breath—a prayer, maybe, or a list of names. Luna sat down beside her, and the woman began to speak without preamble, her voice like gravel rolling downhill. She told Luna about the December her husband disappeared, about the letters he left hidden in the attic, about a motel room on Route 60 and a man who checked in under her husband's name but wasn't him. The more she talked, the colder the air got, and the shadows in the stained-glass windows began to shift in ways that had nothing to do with the moon outside. Luna stayed until the woman finished, then walked back to the elevator alone. The doors closed on that church, and she never saw the woman again. But she still remembers the exact cadence of her whisper, and the way the pew creaked when she finally stood up and walked away into the dark. #EmptyFloorTwelve #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TruthOrConsequences #NewMexico #Church #Disappearance #MotelRoom #Route60 #Letters #Hymnals #StainedGlass #Whisper #November #Luna #ElevatorHorror #StandaloneEpisode #Unresolved Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Motel Pool at Dusk

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Motel Pool at Dusk
    Jun 12 2026
    In the summer of 2014, Luna steps off the elevator on floor twelve and finds herself beside a motel pool in the outskirts of Tucumcari, New Mexico. The water is still. The air smells of chlorine and dust. A woman in a white sundress sits at the edge, feet in the water, and tells Luna about the man who has been swimming laps every night for fifteen years. She hasn't seen him leave the pool. The water never ripples. Luna listens as the woman explains why she stays: because the first time she walked by, the swimmer looked up at her with a face she once knew. This is a story about grief that refuses to end, about the places we haunt even when we are still breathing, and about the kindness of pretending not to notice the impossible. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EmptyFloorTwelve #Tucumcari #MotelPool #Dusk #Grief #Swimmer #GhostStory #NewMexico #Summer2014 #ArtDeco #Elevator #LunaReads #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #QuietHorror #ListenerSupported Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Church at the Edge of Sundown

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Church at the Edge of Sundown
    Jun 11 2026
    A small-town church in Mercer County, Illinois, with a congregation that hasn't missed a Sunday in thirty years — until last winter. Luna steps off the elevator into a cold sanctuary where a single candle burns at the altar, a woman in a blue dress waits in the third pew, and the silence isn't really silence at all. It's the night the doors stayed open, and the prayer never ended. A story about faith, absence, and the sound of a voice that won't stop singing. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EmptyFloorTwelve #ElevatorHorror #Church #MercerCounty #Illinois #Sundown #Hymn #Candle #Silence #Faith #LettingGo #Bells #Winter #SmallTown #Luna #Anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Slaughterhouse in Winter

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Slaughterhouse in Winter
    Jun 10 2026
    It was the first week of January, 1987, when the elevator doors slid open onto a slaughterhouse floor in a town called Grimstead, Nebraska. The air was cold and thick with the smell of salt and rust. A single light swung over a row of hooks, and a man in a blood-stained apron was hosing down the concrete. He didn't look up when Luna stepped out. He just kept working, and the hose water ran pink toward a drain in the center of the room. Luna stood there for a long time, watching him work, before she realized he wasn't hosing the floor — he was hosing something that was still breathing. A quiet, bone-white episode about the work we do after dark, and the things we tell ourselves so we can keep doing it. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EmptyFloorTwelve #LunaHorror #AnthologyHorror #SlaughterhouseHorror #GrimsteadNebraska #Winter1987 #TheNightTheElevatorOpened #MeatHook #HoseWater #SaltAndRust #AtmosphericHorror #NoJumpScares #SlowBurnHorror #WorkAfterDark #JanuaryWinter #MidnightShift Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    10 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Motel at the Edge of June

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Motel at the Edge of June
    Jun 9 2026
    Luna steps off the elevator onto a dusty motel courtyard in the high desert of New Mexico, just outside a town called Penca. It is the last week of June, and the air smells of creosote and sun-baked asphalt. The motel has a pool that glows turquoise in the dark, and a neon sign that hums but says nothing. She meets a woman named Cora, who has been sitting by the pool since sunset, counting the moths that drown in the water. Cora tells her about the guest in room seven, a man who checks in every year on the same night but never leaves a name. And about the sound that comes from his room after midnight — not a sound of grief or anger, but of something folding in on itself, like paper being crumpled very slowly. Luna stays until the sky begins to lighten, watching the pool ripple with a current that comes from nowhere. By morning, room seven's door is open, the bed is made, and the only trace left is a single moth floating in the glass Cora left on the railing. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EmptyFloorTwelve #ElevatorHorror #MotelHorror #Moth #Desert #NewMexico #Penca #Cora #RoomSeven #Pool #Neon #June #NoSleep #DarkFiction #Luna #AnthologyHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Drive-In in Autumn

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Drive-In in Autumn
    Jun 8 2026
    In the fall of 1987, on a night so cold the frost bit through my coat, the elevator doors slid open onto a drive-in movie theater in a town called Elkhorn, Missouri. I'd never heard of it. The screen flickered with a film I almost recognized, and the gravel lot was half-filled with cars from a decade I couldn't place. I wasn't supposed to be there. But something about the place pulled me in — the smell of popcorn and exhaust, the crackle of the speaker box, the way no one seemed to notice I was walking through their rows. A man in a brown jacket sat alone in a rusted Chevrolet. He wasn't watching the screen. He was watching me. And when I finally looked at the film itself, I understood why he was waiting. The movie wasn't a movie. It was a home movie. And I was in it. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #EmptyFloorTwelve #ElevatorHorror #DriveIn #ElkhornMissouri #Autumn #1987 #HomeMovie #FrozenReel #BrownJacket #RustedChevrolet #GravelLot #SpeakerBox #PopcornSmell #VintageTheater #AnalogHorror #LunaNarrates Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Night the Elevator Opened to a Corn Maze

    The Night the Elevator Opened to a Corn Maze
    Jun 7 2026
    When Luna steps out of the elevator onto Floor Twelve, she finds herself at the edge of a corn maze on a cool October night in 1998. A handwritten sign promises a single scarecrow that moves when no one is watching. Inside the maze, she meets a boy named Caleb who has been lost since dusk, and together they follow a path that keeps rearranging itself. The maze does not want them to leave, but it is not the maze itself that is hungry. It is the thing in the shape of a scarecrow that waits at the center, wearing a familiar face. Luna learns that some places are not built to contain what they were meant to hold, and that the living can be made into markers just as easily as the dead. #EmptyFloorTwelve #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #CornMaze #Scarecrow #October1998 #Lost #Caleb #FloorTwelve #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SoloNarration #Luna #Amber #Iowa #Night #HarvestMoon #NoAds Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 mins