Episodes
The Woman Who Found the Candle on Gunnison Pass
In October 2019, solo mountaineer Clara Delgado found a snow cave below Gunnison Pass, Colorado. Inside, a single white candle burned without wax melting, without smoke, without a wick. She spent the night in that cave because a blizzard trapped her there. The candle never flickered. It burned the whole night. And something outside the cave walls breathed in time with the flame. This is the story of what she found, what she couldn't put out, and what followed her down the mountain.…
The Woman Who Heard the Tapping on the Glacier
Solo climber Anna pitches her tent on the remote North Face of Mount Shuksan, near the ghost town of Concrete, Washington. It's September, dusk, and the ice is quiet. Then she hears it—a rhythmic tapping from beneath a crevasse. At first she thinks it's another climber, but the sound is too regular, too deliberate. She follows it to a hidden ice cave where she finds the remnants of a lost expedition: a journal with a final entry that reads like a plea. As she deciphers the Morse-like tapping…
The Scrape on Galena Ridge
In the Uinta Mountains, a solo winter camper named Marla hears a rhythmic scraping outside her tent at two in the morning. She assumes it's a skier—until she realizes the snow is untouched. The sound comes every night, always closer. When she follows it to an abandoned mining shack buried in the high country, she finds a wooden sled with strange carvings and a rope that looks new. The door was open. The sled had been pulled recently. But there were no footprints. Marla left before dawn, but the…
The Woman Who Found the Skis on Starlight Pass
High above Starlight Pass in late March, a solo ski tourer discovers a pair of skis planted upright in the snow, perfectly spaced, with no tracks leading to them. They feel impossibly cold, as if they’ve been there for decades. That night, from her tent, she hears a rhythmic scraping—the sound of someone skiing without poles, circling her camp. When she looks out, the skis are gone, but her own skis now stand upright, fixed in the snow. A quiet, unnerving encounter with something that follows…
The Woman Who Followed the Light on the Black Tusk
High on the Black Tusk, in the Coast Mountains of British Columbia, Luna pitches her tent at a lonely col under a moonless summer sky. The first night, she sees a faint light flickering across the glacier — not a campfire, not a headlamp, but something that moves like breath. On the second night, it is closer. By the third, she cannot stop watching. What she finds at its source is a shelter no one else has seen, a lantern that burns without fuel, and a journal left by someone who watched too…
The Woman Who Heard the Singing on Starvation Pass
Luna recounts a solo climb on Starvation Pass in September, where a woman's song rises from a crevasse and follows her down the mountain. A tale of obsession, mimicry, and the things that live in the ice. No closure—only the echo of a melody that never fades. #AboveTheSnowline #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #StarvationPass #Crevasse #Voice #Singing #Mountaineering #AlpineHorror #SoloClimb #WindRiverRange #LateSeptember #Dusk #Obsession #Echo #Trapped #Mimic #IntimateHorror Keep every episode…
The Woman Who Found the Bones on Wolf Creek Pass
In the winter of 2019, a woman named Elise drove her pickup over Wolf Creek Pass every Tuesday night to visit her mother in Del Norte. One night, a week before Thanksgiving, she found a pile of bones arranged in a spiral on the shoulder of the westbound lane. They were not animal bones. The next morning, they were gone, but the gravel was wet, as if something had licked the spot clean. Elise kept driving the pass, and the bones kept appearing—sometimes on the shoulder, sometimes on the…
The Woman Who Found the Cradle on Deadhorse Ridge
April 1998. A solo climber on an abandoned mining road above Silverton, Colorado, discovers a child's wicker cradle wedged in a snowdrift near an old cabin. The cradle is dry, warm, and filled with fresh pine needles. Over three days, she sees boot prints circling her tent at night — prints that end in the middle of a snowfield with no tracks leading away. The cradle moves. The pine needles smell like a room where someone is sleeping. By the third night, the cradle is inside her tent, and she…
The Woman Who Found the Note on Deadhorse Pass
In the summer of 2019, a solo climber named Cora left a note in a tent at 14,000 feet on Deadhorse Pass. Luna was the one who found it. The note was addressed to no one, but it described a woman in a red jacket who had been following Cora for days. When Luna read it, she remembered the red jacket she had seen on the ridge the night before. A story about altitude, isolation, and the things that follow you into the thin air. Set in the Wind River Range, Wyoming, just after the snowmelt. A quiet…
The Woman Who Found the Voice on Deadman Pass
On a moonless December night in 1997, a solo climber named Rachel stopped at the old ranger hut on Deadman Pass—a three-walled shelter of splintered logs and corrugated tin that stood just below the summit. She was ex-military, not the kind to spook easily. But that night, she heard a voice calling her name from the col beyond the treeline—a voice that sounded exactly like her own, repeating her own words back to her from earlier that day. What she found in the snow the next morning was not a…
The Watcher on Deadman Pass
In the winter of 2019, a solo climber named Eva took shelter in a disused ranger cabin on Deadman Pass. The cabin held only a table, a stove, and a spiral notebook filled with writing in a small, neat hand. The entries began as observations of someone who had been trapped by a storm, but as the weather worsened, the words became less about the storm and more about the watcher at the window. By the time Eva read the last page, she understood that the cabin had never been empty. The watcher was…
The Woman Who Found the Door on Deadman Pass
On the final ridge before Deadman Pass, at thirty below, I found a door standing alone in the snow. No cabin. No foundation. Just a pine door with a wrought-iron handle, warm to the touch. I shouldn't have opened it. I shouldn't have looked inside. But the air coming through the crack smelled of woodsmoke and coffee, and I was so cold. This is what I saw. This is why I no longer climb alone. #DeadmanPass #DoorInTheSnow #AlpineHorror #AloneInTheMountains #TheOtherSide #Don'tOpenTheDoor…
The Woman Who Watched the Snow on No Return Trail
Luna remembers a December night in Elk Fork, Montana, where she met a woman named Alice who had been waiting for someone on the No Return Trail for three days. The snow fell without wind, covering the tracks before they were made. Luna stayed in Alice's cabin, listening to the silence between the trees, and learned that some things wait longer than the living can. A story about the weight of white, the sound of absence, and a promise that outlasts the one who made it. No resolution. Just snow…
The Woman Who Took the Wrong Turn on Deadman Ridge
Luna recounts a night in late September 2018 when she pulled off Highway 191 near the Montana-Wyoming border to check a faint dirt track called Deadman Ridge Road. The map showed it as a through route back to the highway, but the road narrowed into a single lane of broken asphalt, then gravel, then mud. By the time her headlights picked out the abandoned Jeep Cherokee blocking the way, it was already too dark to turn around. The woman sitting in the driver's seat wasn't there to be rescued. She…
The Woman Who Saw the Campfire on Deadhorse Creek
August 2019, just outside the ghost town of Tincup, Colorado. Luna was two nights into a solo traverse of the Continental Divide when she saw a fire burning in a drainage that wasn't on her map. The man waiting by it was wearing a wool coat buttoned to the throat. He didn't stand when she approached. He didn't blink. And when he spoke, his voice had the wrong rhythm—like someone who had learned English from a book that was very very old. She stayed because the temperature was dropping and the…
The Woman Who Took the Wrong Trail on Dead Indian Pass
Luna was guiding a small group through the Wind River Range when she met a woman who had been walking the wrong trail for three days. Not lost — just… following something only she could see. They shared a campfire on Dead Indian Pass, and what the woman told her about the shape she was following, and the sound it made when the wind dropped, has stayed with Luna ever since. This is a story about a trail that doesn't appear on any map, and the kind of exhaustion that makes you see things… or…
The Woman Who Climbed the Couloir on Burial Peak
Luna recounts a solo climb of a forgotten couloir on Burial Peak in the Sierra Nevada, late October 2021. The route felt wrong from the start—lichen on the rock that shouldn't grow there, a fixed rope that wasn't on any topo. At the notch she found a pair of boots, laced together and left upright in the scree. The decent became a race against the dark and something else that moved through the talus below her. A story about the line between mountaineering and pilgrimage, and what it means to…
The Woman Who Watched the Shadows on Deadhorse Gulch
October 2008. A solo winter traverse of a forgotten mining road in the San Juan Mountains. The narrator stops for the night at a collapsed cabin marked on no map. Inside, the walls are covered in children's drawings. Every face has the same feature — eyes scratched out with a nail. She tries to sleep through the wind, but the scratching starts again. Not outside. Inside. The drawings are changing. A story about what waits in places that were never meant to be found, and the question that…
The Woman Who Counted the Steps on Deadman Pass
On a frozen October night in the town of Silverton, Colorado, a woman named Elise began counting her steps. Not for exercise, not for meditation—but because something on the high pass had taught her that the number of steps between her door and the edge of town was no longer constant. The first time she noticed, she was walking home from the gas station at midnight. The distance hadn't changed, but her step count had grown by four. She tried again the next night, counting carefully. It grew by…
The Woman Who Found the Rope on Deadman Spur
Luna tells the story of a solo winter ascent on Deadman Spur, a remote peak in the Alaska Range, where she found a length of climbing rope that didn't belong to her. The rope led her to a series of eerie discoveries—a smashed altimeter, a single glove, and a cave that held something she still can't explain. Set in deep December, with the sun barely grazing the horizon, this episode is about the silence of high places and the things left behind. Not a ghost story, not a rescue narrative—just the…
The Woman Who Listened on Burnt Fork Road
On a still August night in 1993, Luna was camped alone in the Bitterroot Valley, listening to a neighbor's story by a dying fire. The woman had lived her whole life on Burnt Fork Road, and she knew every creak and whisper of the house her grandfather built. But the sound she waited for each night came from the far field, beyond the fence line—a low hum that pulled at her sleep like a lullaby. She said it had a shape, almost a word, and that word was her name. Luna stayed for three nights…
The Woman Who Found the Boot on Deadhorse Peak
A solo winter ascent of a remote Colorado peak. A boot half buried in the snow at twelve thousand feet. A name stitched inside. A story of a climber who went up but never came down. Luna pieces together what happened to a man she never met, alone on the mountain, drawn by a pull she cannot explain. A quiet, unsettling encounter with an absence that still lingers. #DeadhorsePeak #Colorado #winterascent #lostclimber #abandonedboot #mountaineering #solohike #alpinehorror #missingperson #snowfield…
The Woman Who Saw the Ice on Boulder Creek
Luna recounts a story from a winter climbing trip in the San Juans, Colorado, in February 2018. After a whiteout forces her to bivouac on a frozen creek, she finds a woman's ice axe planted in the snow with a single blue mitten tied to the shaft. The mitten leads her to a body preserved in the ice — not a climber, but someone who was never supposed to be there. The woman's notebook reveals she was running from something, and that something may have followed her into the canyon. Luna returns to…
The Woman Who Saw the Smoke on Indian Creek
Luna recounts a story from a sleepless night in a small Montana town called Silverton, where a plume of smoke rising from a ridge at dusk led her to an encounter with a woman who had been waiting for a message she was never meant to receive. The smoke was not a fire. It came from a chimney that should not have existed, in a cabin that appeared and disappeared with the wind. Luna sat with this woman through the night, watched her write letters to someone long gone, and listened to a story about…
The Woman Who Followed the Fence on Skeleton Creek
In the summer of 2018, Luna hiked into the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness with a woman named Tess, a backcountry guide who knew the trails better than anyone. They planned a simple three-day loop. But on the second afternoon, Tess stopped at a barbed-wire fence that wasn't on any map. It ran straight up a ridge and disappeared into a stand of lodgepole pines. She said she had to follow it. She said she'd been dreaming about this fence for months. The sky went green. The air smelled like rust.…
The Woman Who Watched the Trees on Deadman Road
November 2022. Deadman Road, a dirt track that switchbacks into the Sangre de Cristo foothills outside the town of Blanca, Colorado. Luna parks her truck at the last pullout before the Forest Service gate and hikes the final mile to an old aspen grove where a woman named Lila has been living in a wall tent since October. Lila is a fire lookout who lost her tower to a lightning strike the previous summer. She tells Luna about the trees. Not just any trees — the ones that stand in perfect…
The Woman Who Heard the Bell on Wolf Creek Pass
In the summer of 2019, Luna spent a week at the Wolf Creek Pass summit house, cataloging high-altitude plant species for a university project. The pass was quiet that August — fewer tourists, thinner air, a strange absence of birds. On the third night, she started hearing a bell from somewhere down the eastern switchbacks. Not a car bell or a cowbell — an old handbell, one clear ring every hour on the hour, always from the same direction. She tried to ignore it, then to locate it, then to…
The Woman Who Followed the Tracks on Lost Creek
Luna recounts a night in late October 2022, when she took a solo snowshoe up Lost Creek Trail near Breckenridge, Colorado. She was following a set of boot prints that seemed to lead nowhere — and then kept going. By the time she caught up to the figure ahead, the snow had stopped falling and the silence was absolute. What she found at the end of the tracks was not a person, but something that had been walking on two legs for miles without leaving a single broken crust behind. An intimate…
The Woman Who Burned the Map on Bighorn Pass
Near the old mining town of Anaconda, Montana, at the end of a dead-end county road, there's a ranger station that doesn't appear on any official map. I met a woman there last October. She had been cataloguing missing-person reports from the adjacent wilderness for twenty-seven years. Her name was Eleanor. She showed me the wall of her office—photographs, dates, last known locations, all connected by red string. She told me about the pattern she had found. A distinct contour line on the topo…
The Girl Who Walked the Ice on Lost Man Creek
April 2008. A woman named Margit checks into the Broken Wheel Motel in Twin Lakes, Colorado, alone. She tells the owner she's scouting a winter ascent of Mount Elbert. But she carries no map, no ice axe, no rope. And every night she walks out onto the frozen surface of Lost Man Creek. I met her on my third night in the adjacent room. She knocked on my door at two in the morning. Her boots were wet. Her eyes were clear. She said, 'You're the only one who can see me.' I followed her to the creek.…
The Woman Who Saw the Lights on Deadman Flat
Luna recounts the story of a woman who took a solo winter camping trip to Deadman Flat, a remote alpine basin in the Sierra Nevada. On a moonless March night, she began to see small blue lights flickering across the snowfield. At first she thought they were other campers. Then she realized they were coming from the direction of an old avalanche path that had killed a group of climbers forty years ago. The lights moved without wind, without sound, without shadows. She tried to ignore them, but…
The Woman Who Found the Bones on Granite Creek
Luna descends into a canyon near the ghost town of Granite, Oregon, following a dried-up creek bed where a friend's dog discovered a human hand. What she finds is not a body, but a collection — arranged with terrible care in a stone-lined pit. The bones are polished. The skulls are stacked. And someone has been watching from the rim. A slow-burn encounter with an alpine collector who has been at work for decades, high above the snowline. #GraniteCreek #OregonGhostTown #HumanRemains #SkullStack…
The Woman Who Stayed Behind at Deadman Pass
On a clear November morning at Deadman Pass in the Gila National Forest, Luna meets a woman who has been waiting for a man who never came down. The woman knows the mountains the way most people know their own living rooms. She points to a ridge where the trees grow wrong, where the shadows fall at angles that shouldn't exist at that latitude. She tells Luna about the agreement she made with the mountain seven years ago, and why she can't leave until it's fulfilled. But the thing that comes down…
The Woman Who Watched the Snow on Snoqualmie Pass
January 1989. A record snow year in the Cascades. Luna's friend Nina took a winter caretaker job at a derelict ranger station on Snoqualmie Pass, forty feet from the highway but completely isolated when the plows stopped running. The station had a wood stove, a shortwave radio that only worked at night, and a previous caretaker who had left behind a logbook with the last entry circled in pencil: 'She comes up through the snow.' Nina lasted twelve nights. Luna tells what Nina told her, piece by…
The Woman Who Saw the Light on Independence Pass
In the summer of 2019, Luna spent a week alone at a high-altitude research station on Independence Pass, Colorado, monitoring snowmelt for a hydrology study. At 12,000 feet, the nights are long and silent, and she started seeing a light moving across the slope well after midnight. Not a headlamp. Not a vehicle. A single point of luminance that traced impossible lines through the talus fields. When she hiked out to investigate, she found no tracks, no camp, nothing but a single red mitten frozen…
The Woman Who Slept Three Times on Storm King
Luna recalls a story from the winter of '07, high on the shoulder of Storm King Mountain in Colorado. A solo climber named Marlene checked into the same trailhead register three times in one week—each time with a different name, a different story, a different look in her eyes. Luna found her tent pitched in the same col, night after night, and learned that some people aren't running toward the summit. They're running from what lives below the snowline. A quiet, chilling encounter about…
The Woman Who Couldn't Stop on the Lost Coast Trail
Luna recounts a solo hike along California's Lost Coast Trail, where the tide schedule dictated everything. She met a woman named Elise who was hiking the same stretch but seemed to be moving on a different rhythm—stopping at odd hours, never sleeping, always watching the horizon. At first Luna thought she was just eccentric. But by the third night, she noticed Elise never left footprints in the wet sand. And when Luna finally caught up to her at a creek crossing, Elise turned around and Luna…
The Woman Who Found the Map on Red Cone
Alone on the Red Cone Ridge south of Silverton, Luna discovers a tattered topo map weighted by stones at a false summit. The map shows trails that don't exist, markings in a language she almost recognizes, and a single circled X labeled 'Campbell.' She follows the map down a drainage not on any USGS chart, through a forest of twisted bristlecone pines, to a cabin that appears in photographs but not on the ground. Inside, she finds a journal belonging to a man named Lewis, dated 1973, with…
The Woman Who Heard the Creaking on Kearsarge Pass
In the Sierra Nevada, east of the main crest, there is a pass that doesn't appear on every map—Kearsarge Pass. In October of 2018, a woman named Nora set out alone in a late-season storm and met a man who was not lost. He had been there for forty years. The creaking of the ice, the sound of a rope tightening in the wind—I couldn't stop thinking about what she told me. This is the story of Nora and the man who sat at the edge of the glacier, waiting for something that she still cannot name.…
The Woman Who Found the Cabin on Lost Trail Pass
In the winter of 2019, a solo hiker named Elise took shelter in an abandoned Forest Service cabin on Lost Trail Pass, Montana. She thought she was alone for the night. But the cabin had other occupants — presences that watched from the dark of the loft, that whispered her name in her own voice, that knew the exact shape of her loneliness. This is the story of what happened between midnight and three AM, when the snow piled against the door and the woodstove burned low. It is a story about being…
The Woman Who Shared Her Tent on Cameron Pass
November 2022, a solo winter ascent of Nokhu Crags above Cameron Pass. Luna meets a woman in a yellow tent who knows too much about the storm moving in. They share tea, share silence, share the dark. By morning the tent is empty, the gear is gone, and the snow outside shows only one set of footprints — Luna's own. A quiet, slow-burn encounter about the things we find in the alpine that don't want to be found, and the loneliness that keeps them company. #CameronPass #NokhuCrags #winterascent…
The Man Who Built the Fire on Powder Mountain
January 2023. A solo winter ascent of Powder Mountain, Utah, turns strange when Luna finds a man already at the summit ridge, tending a fire in a stone ring that shouldn't exist above the treeline. He offers her coffee from a tin pot, speaks of a woman who comes to him in the whiteout, and tells her the mountain remembers everyone who has ever burned on it. By the time Luna descends, the fire is gone and the man is gone, but the warmth stays with her longer than it should. A quiet, snowbound…
The Woman Who Heard the Horn on Interstate 90
In January of 2022, a solo traveler named Cassie pulled off Interstate 90 near the small town of Winton, Montana, after her Subaru's check-engine light came on. She expected a quick stop at a gas station, maybe a mechanic in the morning. What she found was a stretch of road that didn't match any map, a gas station attendant who warned her not to listen for the horn, and a sound that turned her certainty inside out. This is the story Cassie told me last summer, sitting in my kitchen with her…
The Man Who Opened the Door at Broken Top Shelter
After a whiteout on Broken Top, Luna takes refuge in a stone shelter built for emergencies. Inside, another climber is already there — a man with no gear, no pack, no memory of how he got in. He talks about the voices in the wind, about the people he left behind on the mountain, about a partner who never came down. When morning comes, the door is frozen open from the outside, and the man is gone. But his tracks lead nowhere — and the shelter logbook shows no one has signed in for three years.…
The Woman Who Measured the Snow on Dead Indian Hill
A February night on an unmarked road in the Pryor Mountains. Luna meets a woman named Hester who has been measuring the same snow drift every evening for thirty-two winters. The drift is not a drift. It is something that breathes, that remembers, that has been waiting for the snow to reach a certain depth. Hester's records span decades, and the line on her graph is approaching a number she refuses to say out loud. Luna helps her take one last measurement. The snow is wet. It is warm. And it is…
The Woman Who Found the Station on Tincup Pass
Eleven thousand feet above sea level, on a ridge that doesn't appear on any modern map, there used to be a weather station. Not a government station. Not a university project. Just a wooden tower with a wind vane and a logbook that someone had been updating by hand for forty years. In October 2019, a solo hiker named Carrie Benoit stumbled onto it during an early-season snowstorm. She thought she'd found a shelter. She found something that had been watching the pass long before the pass had a…
The Man Who Marked the Trail on Bighorn Ridge
June 1997. A solo climber on Bighorn Ridge finds a series of cairns that should not exist — piles of stone stacked in patterns that don't match any known route. Each one contains a note, written in a language no one in the nearby town of Crown Butte can read. The notes describe the weather, the snowpack, the movements of people on the mountain — and the last one predicts the climber's own death. Luna tells the story of a man who followed a trail of warnings and found only the next cairn…
The Woman Who Saw the Lights on Fremont Pass
In January of 2018, on a stretch of Colorado Highway 91 above Leadville, a snowplow driver named Delia began seeing lights where no lights should be. Not headlights. Not the aurora. Something else — something that moved in patterns she could almost understand. I met her two years later in a diner in Climax, Colorado, and she told me about the night the road started talking back. This is a story about isolation, about the shapes we make in the dark, and about what happens when the snow…
The Woman Who Followed the Tracks Below Eagle Pass
December 2022, just below Eagle Pass in the Sawtooth Range. A solo winter trekker named Cora vanishes for three nights. When she stumbles into a Forest Service outpost, her hands are unmarked by frostbite but she will not speak above a whisper. She tells Luna about the tracks in the snow—human footprints that began mid-slope, walking in a perfect straight line, leading upward into a basin where no trail existed. About the light she followed, because it looked like a headlamp. About what she…
The Woman Who Followed the Light Below Hurricane Gap
October 1994. A solo climber stops at the Hurricane Gap shelter on the Appalachian Trail in Tennessee, just before the first big snow of the season. The shelter is occupied by a woman who builds a strange fire and tells a story about a light she has been following for nine nights. By morning, the fire is cold, the woman is gone, and the ashes spell out a name the climber never shared with anyone. #HurricaneGap #AppalachianTrail #TheLight #October1994 #ShelterStory #NineNights #EmberWriting…
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