Goodnight, Listener — Fexingo Horror

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In the small hours, when the world narrows to the glow of a single candle and the hiss of a microphone, Luna takes her seat in the sound-foam booth. The sign reads 'OFF AIR,' but the recording light is on. Each episode of Goodnight, Listener is a self-contained story — a lullaby from the dark side of the pillow. Luna's voice, hushed and intimate, leads you through tales of the uncanny that feel less like fiction and more like confessions overheard after midnight. These are stories about the things that live in the margins: the secondhand shop doll that remembers its previous owner, the radio station that broadcasts on frequencies only the missing can hear, the neighbor whose basement door is always locked but never silent. There are no happy endings here, only the slow recognition that the world is stranger and crueler than we pretend. The unifying thread is not a setting or a character but a mood — the quiet dread of knowing that you are not alone, and that whatever is with you has been there all along. So turn off the lights, pull the covers up, and listen. But maybe don't close your eyes. #GoodnightListener #LateNightHorror #CandlelightTales #IntimateDread #QuietHorror #MicrophoneConfessions #UncannyStories #TheThingInTheDark #LunaNarrates #AnthologyHorror #SlowBurnHorror #DomesticHorror #CreepyDolls #LostSignals #NeighborSecrets #Horror #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

  1. 15h ago

    The Night the Water Tower Sang a Name

    In the high desert of eastern Oregon, the town of Pumice Flats has a water tower that hums at night. One summer, the hum became a word — a name. Luna's friend Cora heard it first, and then couldn't stop hearing it. This is the story of a small town's quiet obsession, the summer everything changed, and what happens when a structure built to hold water starts holding something else. No one left Pumice Flats that August. And no one new came in. The tower still sings, but now it sings your name. #PumiceFlats #OregonHighDesert #WaterTower #TheHum #SmallTownHorror #Obsession #SummerStories #Names #Cora #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GoodnightListener #Anthology #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Unsettling #NoEscape Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    7 min

  2. 1d ago

    The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Candle in the Empty Lot

    It was the summer of 2019 when the motel clerk at the Sandpiper Motel in Bixby, Oklahoma, found a candle burning in the dirt lot behind the property. The lot had been empty for years, just a patch of gravel and weeds between the motel and the highway. But that night, at 3:17 AM, a single white candle stood on the ground, its flame steady in the windless air. The clerk, a woman named Ellie, had worked the graveyard shift for twelve years. She knew every sound, every shadow, every trick of the light. She did not know the candle. When she blew it out, it relit itself. When she brought it inside, the flame burned sideways, pointing always toward the back door. And when she finally threw it into the dumpster, she heard a voice say her name from the empty lot — but the lot was no longer empty. Something was standing there, still as a post, watching her through the chain-link fence. By dawn it was gone, but the candle was back in the lot the next night, and the next, and the next. Ellie stopped going outside after midnight. She quit a month later, but she still sees the flame sometimes, reflected in windows, in puddles, in the eyes of strangers. This is the story of the candle that kept burning, and what it waited for. #SandpiperMotel #BixbyOklahoma #Candle #GraveyardShift #EmptyLot #MotelClerk #EllieCrane #UnnaturalFlame #LonelyRoad #SmallTownHorror #NightShift #Waiting #Summer2019 #TheCandleThatWouldNotDie #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GoodnightListener #AnthologyHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    7 min

  3. 2d ago

    The Night I Found the Warning in the Snow

    Luna remembers a winter night in 2008, driving through a blizzard on a forgotten stretch of Iowa highway. When her car skids into a ditch, she stumbles to a lone phone booth—its receiver dangling, frozen. A voice on the line tells her the road she needs to take home isn't there anymore. But it's the voice that haunts her: calm, certain, and somehow already waiting for her call. A story about the moment between help and harm, and the distance between what we hear and what we should believe. #Iowa #Blizzard #PhoneBooth #Highway12 #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #WinterHorror #Isolation #Stranded #VoiceOnTheLine #RoadClosed #Ditch #2008 #SnowedIn #WrongTurn #ForgottenRoads #MidnightDrive Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    5 min

  4. 3d ago

    The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Silent Wedding

    It was late fall on a stretch of highway east of Nowhere, Kansas. I was filling in for a friend at the Blue Heron Motor Lodge — twelve rooms, a neon vacancy sign that flickered even when there were no guests. Around 2 AM, a car pulled in. Older couple, dressed like they were going to a wedding. He wore a pressed suit, she had a veil pinned to her hair. They checked in without a word. The next morning, their room was empty. The bed was made. The shower was cold. But the wedding dress — hanging in the closet, still damp at the hem. This is a story about a promise made at the wrong altar, and the honeymoon that never ended. #BlueHeronMotorLodge #KansasHighway #SilentWedding #MotelClerk #MidnightCheckIn #GhostlyBride #MysteriousCouple #VeilInTheCloset #DampHem #UnansweredQuestions #SlowBurnHorror #Atmospheric #PodcastEpisode #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GoodnightListener #LunaReads #AnthologyHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    6 min

  5. 4d ago

    The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Silent Wedding

    A motel clerk in the Oregon high desert checks in a couple who never speak. They drive a mint-green 1967 Ford Fairlane and pay cash for Room 14. The clerk watches them carry identical suitcases—one heavy, one light—up the outdoor stairs. Over the next three hours, the room stays silent. No voices, no footsteps, no television. But the light stays on, and the curtains never move. When the clerk finally knocks at 2 A.M., a woman's voice answers from inside, saying they do not need anything. The door is unlocked. The room is empty. The suitcases are gone. The clerk finds only a single photograph on the dresser—a wedding portrait, the bride and groom smiling at the camera, and behind them, in the background, a woman standing in the window of a motel room, watching. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MotelClerk #GoodnightListener #OregonHighDesert #FordFairlane #Room14 #SilentWedding #EmptyRoom #Photograph #Supernatural #Paranormal #SmallTownHorror #MidnightShift #AtmosphericHorror #FolkloreHorror #CreepyEncounter #NoSpeaker Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    6 min

  6. 5d ago

    The Night the Map Store Sold the Same Street Twice

    Luna found a small map store in the hill town of Marrow, Oregon, run by a man named Ezra who only sold hand-drawn maps of places that no longer existed. He showed her a street that appeared twice — once in the current city directory, once in a 1957 atlas. He said the second street was the one people kept walking down, even though it wasn't on any modern survey. Luna bought a map of that street and drove there that night. She found the street. She found the houses. She found the front doors unlocked and the clocks all stopped at 3:47. She never went back, but she still has the map. It's in her glovebox. Sometimes she opens it and the street has moved. #MarrowOregon #EzraTheMapmaker #handdrawnmaps #TheSameStreetTwice #3:47 #disappearingplaces #liminalspace #mapstore #lostgeography #nightdrive #smalltownhorror #atlasanomaly #unlockeddoors #stoppedclocks #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GoodnightListener #anthology Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    8 min

  7. 6d ago

    The Night the Highway Rest Stop Had No Exit

    On a dead-stretch of Route 50 in Kansas, just past midnight in late October, I pulled into a rest stop that wasn't on any map. The building was clean, fluorescent-lit, and utterly silent — no cars, no attendants, no humming soda machines. Inside the men's room, I found a single stall with a door that opened onto a hallway that shouldn't have existed. A hallway lined with doors, all identical, each one numbered but not in sequence. I walked until the numbers stopped making sense, and then I heard a woman's voice from behind one of them, asking if I was coming in. I didn't answer. I ran through what I thought was the exit and ended up right back where I started. That was three hours ago. I'm still here, and I've stopped trying the doors. #Route50 #Kansas #HighwayHorror #RestStop #LiminalSpace #NoExit #LateOctober #Midnight #WrongTurn #DoorThatShouldntBe #FrozenTime #EndlessHallway #WomansVoice #LostHighway #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Solonarration #GoodnightListener Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    6 min

  8. Jun 28

    The Night the Lighthouse Keeper Gave the Wrong Warning

    It was October 1987 when Luna took the night shift at the Spitfire Point Lighthouse on the Oregon coast—a favor for a friend's father who needed a night off. The fog was thick, the waves were loud, and the logbook had a single entry from the previous keeper: 'The light is fine. Do not answer the phone if it rings.' She thought it was a joke until the phone rang at 1:13 AM. A woman's voice, calm and precise, asked if the light was on. Luna said yes. The line went dead. Then the bells started ringing from the tower above—the ship-warning bells that had been disconnected for years. This is a story about a warning that wasn't meant for the sea, and the woman in the fog who had been waiting for someone to answer. #SpitfirePoint #OregonCoast #Lighthouse #October1987 #MidnightShift #PhoneCall #Fog #Bells #TheWomanInTheFog #DoNotAnswer #Logbook #Warning #Isolated #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror #GoodnightListener Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

    6 min
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In the small hours, when the world narrows to the glow of a single candle and the hiss of a microphone, Luna takes her seat in the sound-foam booth. The sign reads 'OFF AIR,' but the recording light is on. Each episode of Goodnight, Listener is a self-contained story — a lullaby from the dark side of the pillow. Luna's voice, hushed and intimate, leads you through tales of the uncanny that feel less like fiction and more like confessions overheard after midnight. These are stories about the things that live in the margins: the secondhand shop doll that remembers its previous owner, the radio station that broadcasts on frequencies only the missing can hear, the neighbor whose basement door is always locked but never silent. There are no happy endings here, only the slow recognition that the world is stranger and crueler than we pretend. The unifying thread is not a setting or a character but a mood — the quiet dread of knowing that you are not alone, and that whatever is with you has been there all along. So turn off the lights, pull the covers up, and listen. But maybe don't close your eyes. #GoodnightListener #LateNightHorror #CandlelightTales #IntimateDread #QuietHorror #MicrophoneConfessions #UncannyStories #TheThingInTheDark #LunaNarrates #AnthologyHorror #SlowBurnHorror #DomesticHorror #CreepyDolls #LostSignals #NeighborSecrets #Horror #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo

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