Episodes

  • The Guest Preacher at Liberty Valley Church

    The Guest Preacher at Liberty Valley Church
    May 22 2026
    In the summer of 1997, a traveling preacher named Silas Webb arrived at Liberty Valley Church in Coal Creek, West Virginia. He was not on the schedule. He was not known to anyone in town. But when he walked through the back door during Wednesday night prayer meeting, something about him felt familiar — almost too familiar. The congregation let him speak. They let him stay. And by the time the last amen was said, the pulpit Bible was missing, the offering plate had been returned with nothing inside but a single key, and the oldest member of the church was found standing in the baptistry, fully dressed, staring at the ceiling. Luna pieces together what happened that night from recordings left on the answering machine of the church secretary. What she finds is a story about a voice that sounded like someone you knew, a sermon that felt like a memory you never lived, and a hymn that no one in Liberty Valley had ever sung before — but everyone remembered the words to. #LibertyValleyChurch #CoalCreekWestVirginia #SilasWebb #TheGuestPreacher #HymnsFromTheCompound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #FoundFootage #SermonHorror #SmallTownHorror #Baptistry #PulpitBible #AnsweringMachine #WednesdayNightPrayerMeeting #TheHymnOfStones #MemoryEcho #VoiceOfTheUnknown #FamiliarStranger Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    8 mins
  • The Revival at Twin Forks Tabernacle

    The Revival at Twin Forks Tabernacle
    May 20 2026
    In the summer of 1997, a traveling preacher named Elias Vane set up a revival tent outside the Tabernacle at Twin Forks, a small crossroads in the Missouri Ozarks. The congregation was small and desperate for hope after a drought had withered the crops. But something else came with him—something that sang through the walls at night. Luna talks to a woman named Grace who attended every service, and who now refuses to speak of it. This is the story of what she wrote down before she disappeared. The hymns were not from any book she knew. The singing came from somewhere else, and it never really stopped. #TwinForksTabernacle #EliasVane #RevivalTent #MissouriOzarks #Summer1997 #Drought #GraceHolloway #HymnsFromTheCompound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #RuralHorror #Possession #UnsettlingMusic #Disappearance #SmallTown #ReligiousHorror #AtmosphericHorror #TrueStoryTone Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    6 mins
  • The Burying Ground at Emmaus Ridge

    The Burying Ground at Emmaus Ridge
    May 19 2026
    In the winter of 1994, on a frozen road outside Peculiar, Missouri, Luna stops at a small church with a cemetery that doesn't match its headstones. The old caretaker tells her about the hymns they sang at night, the ones not in any book, and the patch of ground that never froze. What Luna finds there changes how she hears silence. A quiet, aching story about what we bury and what refuses to stay buried. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #HymnsFromTheCompound #MissouriHorror #PeculiarMissouri #Cemetery #Caretaker #FrozenGround #UnmarkedGraves #Hymns #Rust #Winter #1994 #Luna #SmallTown #EmmausRidge #Church #Silence Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Choir at Pigeon River

    The Choir at Pigeon River
    May 18 2026
    In the autumn of 1998, Luna drives through the rust-belt town of Pigeon River, West Virginia, looking for a church rumored to have a choir that never stops singing. She finds a small white clapboard building at the end of a gravel road, its windows glowing amber. Inside, six figures in mismatched robes stand motionless before hymnals propped open to a song Luna has never heard. The air smells of dust and something sweet, like decaying flowers. The choir director, a gaunt woman named Mrs. Corbin, invites Luna to listen. What she hears is not vocal cords—it is a low hum that vibrates in her teeth, her ribs, her skull. The song has no beginning and no end. Luna stays until the light through the windows turns gray. When she leaves, her voice is wrong. She can still hum the melody. It itches behind her teeth. This episode is a quiet meditation on hymns that sing themselves, on congregations that never leave, and on the shape a song carves into the hollows of a person. #HymnsFromTheCompound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PigeonRiver #MrsCorbin #TheChoir #WestVirginia #AutumnHorror #Hymn #EternalSong #UnsettlingMusic #SmallTownHorror #RustBelt #GravelRoad #WhiteChurch #MelodyThatHaunts #SilentCongregation #AtmosphericHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Dirt Road to Bethel Assembly

    The Dirt Road to Bethel Assembly
    May 17 2026
    Luna drives a winding dirt road through the Ozarks in late October, tracing a faint memory of a church called Bethel Assembly — a place her grandmother once mentioned in passing, a place that apparently doesn't exist on any map. She finds a clearing, a foundation, a single wooden cross still standing. And something else. A man in a dark coat standing at the edge of the trees, who tells her a story about the congregation that vanished one night in 1977, leaving behind only a single cassette tape in the pulpit. Luna listens as he plays it for her — a recording of the last hymn sung before the lights went out. But the recording doesn't end the way hymns do. And the man's face, when she finally sees it clearly, hasn't aged a day since the tape was made. #BethelAssembly #Ozarks #VanishedCongregations #CassetteTape #LastHymn #DirtRoad #October #1977 #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #FolkHorror #RuralHorror #FoundFootageAudio #SpectralWitness #TheDirtRoadToBethelAssembly Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Vestry of a Thousand Songs

    The Vestry of a Thousand Songs
    May 16 2026
    In the late autumn of 2002, a music archivist named Sarah drove an hour outside of Pine Bluff, Arkansas, to catalog the dying hymn collection of the Mount Moriah Primitive Baptist Church. The congregation had dissolved years ago, but the building still stood at the end of a gravel road, its roof sagging under years of neglect. Sarah expected dust and mouse droppings. She found a working organ, a locked vestry, and a guest book with entries dated as recently as that morning. The names in the book belonged to people who had been dead for decades. The songs they requested were ones Sarah had never heard—and never found in any hymnal. But when she opened the organ and played the first chords of the final hymn, something answered her from the dark of the vestry. The encounter left her with a song she still hums in her sleep, and a certainty that some congregations never truly disband. #MountMoriahChurch #PineBluffArkansas #TheVestry #GuestBook #DeadCongregation #UnwrittenHymns #SarahTheArchivist #Autumn2002 #GhostlySinging #HymnsFromTheCompound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #AnthologyHorror #SouthernGothic #MusicHorror #PrimitiveBaptist #TheLastHymn Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 mins
  • The Directory at Little Zion Church

    The Directory at Little Zion Church
    May 15 2026
    In the summer of 2019, I spent a week in Tangent, Oregon, cataloging the records of Little Zion Church — a white clapboard building with a bell tower that hadn't rung in forty years. The pews held hymnals open to the same page. The offering plates were stacked behind the pulpit. But in the basement, I found a membership directory from 1978, bound in red vinyl, with every name crossed out in black ink except one — a woman named Esther Mayfield. The phone number listed for her rang. Someone answered. And what they told me over the course of that week changed how I hear silence in a sanctuary. This is not a ghost story. It's a story about what stays when everyone else has already left — and what answers when you call. #HymnsFromTheCompound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LittleZionChurch #TangentOregon #EstherMayfield #MembershipDirectory #CrossedOutNames #EmptySanctuary #BasementRecords #PhoneThatRings #Summer2019 #SlowBurnHorror #AtmosphericHorror #SmallTownSecrets #RuralOregon #LunaNarrates #WhatStaysBehind Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 mins
  • The Prayer Board at Holy Zion Creek

    The Prayer Board at Holy Zion Creek
    May 12 2026
    Outside the crossroads town of Flynn's Ford, on a November night in 2019, I found a church with a red front door and a prayer board covered in overlapping scraps of paper — requests written in ink, pencil, and what looked like dried blood. The pastor was a woman named Miriam who wore a wedding ring on her thumb and spoke to the building as if it were listening. She told me about the man who came every Monday at midnight to write a single name on a yellow sticky note, always the same name, always in the same spot on the board. She told me about the sound that came from the basement after he left — like something being dragged across packed earth. I didn't believe her until I stayed late one Monday. Until I saw the man. Until I saw what happened when I made the mistake of reading the name aloud. This is the story of what I found in the silence between the hymns at Holy Zion Creek — and what followed me home in the dark. #HolyZionCreek #FlynnSFord #PrayerBoard #Miriam #MondayNight #YellowStickyNote #RedFrontDoor #BasementSound #Dragging #Candles #November #Midnight #ReadingAloud #Name #OldChurch #RuralHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #OzarkHorror #FolkHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 mins