Episodes
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Clock That Counted Backward
Morrow, Nebraska. Late October. 2 AM at the Greyhound station, where the only sounds are the humming vending machines and the distant groan of diesel. The night clerk, a man named Eddie who'd worked that shift for eleven years, found the clock in the break room—brass and heavy, with hands that moved counterclockwise. At first he thought it was broken. But when the clock showed 1:47, exactly the time the 2:15 bus blew a tire on the interstate, he started to pay attention. This is the story of…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Letters Under the Floorboard
It's just past two in the morning at the Sutter Creek Motor Lodge, autumn's first frost painting the windows. I'm the night clerk, and I've learned to expect the strange—the guests who check in but never leave, the doors that open on their own. But tonight, a loose floorboard in Room 7 gives up a bundle of letters tied with faded ribbon. A man named Elias wrote them, each one to a woman he saw through the window across the parking lot. Her name was never signed, but she wrote back. And then the…
The Night the Night Guard Found the Mannequin at the Museum
It's a cold October night in Blackwood, and Earl—a sixty-two-year-old night guard who's worked the same shift at the local historical museum for ten years—doesn't expect anything strange. But during his rounds, he notices a mannequin in the Pioneer Life diorama that he's never seen before. Its eyes follow him, its hand is warm, and by the next night it's gone. In this episode, Luna tells the story of Earl's slow unraveling as he confronts a silent, waiting figure that seems to know his name. A…
The Night the Bridge Tender Found the Light in the Fog
Cle Elum doesn't have a drawbridge, but this is about a woman who works the midnight shift on the old bridge in Astoria, Oregon. One foggy November night, she sees a single light moving across the water—not a boat, not a buoy. It walks. And when it reaches the bridge, it starts to climb. What she finds waiting outside her booth is something that shouldn't exist, and it leaves her with a silence that never quite broke. #GoodnightListener #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BridgeTender #Fog #Light…
The Night the Night Guard Found the Handprint in the Glass Case
At the Pioneer Museum in Pinecrest, Oregon, night guard Mark discovers a small handprint pressed from inside a sealed exhibit case. The handprint returns each night, and the sound of slow breathing from within leads to a mystery that closes the exhibit permanently. A story about what watches from behind the glass, waiting for the dark. #GoodnightListener #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #NightGuard #Museum #Handprint #GlassCase #SabreToothCat #Oregon #Pinecrest #SmallTown #NightShift #Creepy…
The Night the Laundromat Attendant Found the Dryer That Ran Cold
In the small town of Harper's Mill, a quiet October night at the 24-hour laundromat takes a turn when overnight attendant Ellie notices a dryer running in the corner—but the clothes inside are frozen solid. A single denim jacket holds a note with an address that leads only to an empty lot where a family died years ago. The dryer keeps turning on by itself, the jacket reappears, and a low hum starts to sound almost like a voice asking for help. Ellie quits, but the sound follows her home. Told…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Ghost in the Parking Lot
November 2023, the 24-hour gas station on the east edge of Mistletoe, Texas. I was working the 2 a.m. shift when a man in a soiled beige coat shuffled across the lot and pressed his face to the glass. He didn't speak. He just stared past the Slurpee machine and pointed at the far corner of the ceiling. Every time I looked where he pointed, the neon sign flickered. Then he spoke: 'They keep calling me back to the thing under the light.' I called the police. He was gone. But the sign kept…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Fence at the End of the Road
September. 2:47 a.m. A narrow county road in eastern Kansas, gravel and dust, the kind of place where the only light comes from a single gas station that's been closed since 2002. Luna's uncle worked the midnight shift at a truck stop off Highway 59, and one night a woman in a blue dress walked in barefoot, asking for directions to a town that wasn't on any map. The fence she described — black iron, taller than a man, stretching across the asphalt — is something people in the area have seen…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Photograph in the Back Room
It's late October in 2019, just past midnight, and the night clerk at a shuttered truck stop diner outside Winslow, Arizona finds a photograph taped to the inside of a potato sack in the dry storage. The photo shows a smiling family at a picnic — the mother, the father, two kids — all with their eyes scratched out. The back is dated 1973 and reads 'Missing us already.' Over the next hour, the clerk discovers more photos tucked into every sack, box, and crate in the back room, each showing the…
The Night the Graveyard Shift Found the Bird in the Cooler
Midnight, July 2007. A twenty-four-hour gas station on the edge of Grafton, Illinois. Luna was working the register when a man walked in carrying a shoebox. He placed it on the counter, said 'Keep it cold,' and left. Inside the box was a dead crow wrapped in a page torn from a local newspaper — a page that listed an obituary for a woman who had died seventy years ago. But the obituary had been updated. Scrawled in the margin, in fresh ink, was Luna's own name and the date of her birth. That was…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Map in Room 7
It's the last week of October 1999 at the Sunburst Motel off Route 9 in northern Vermont. Luna takes the overnight shift for a clerk who called in sick. Around 2 a.m., a man in a brown coat checks into Room 7 but never turns on the lights. When Luna finds a hand-drawn map under the door at dawn, the landmarks on it don't match any town she knows. The ink is still wet. The motel key is still on the hook. And the man's car is still in the lot, engine cold. A quiet, creeping encounter about the…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Guest Who Never Arrived
It's late October in Ashford, New Hampshire, at the Ponderosa Motel. The night clerk, a quiet woman named Lydia, notices a name on the registry for a guest who never checked in—but whose room key keeps being taken from the hook. A story about a missed connection, a vanishing, and the cold that seeps through a locked door. Luna tells it like she was there, watching Lydia's hands tremble as she dials a number that rings into silence. No jump scares, no gore—just the weight of a room that holds…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Room That Never Checked In
It was a slow Tuesday in March at the Pine Ridge Motor Lodge, a tired roadside motel off Route 17 in upstate New York. The night clerk, a man named Ellis who had worked the graveyard shift for eleven years, saw the headlights pull into the lot at 2:17 AM. A woman in a beige coat stepped out, walked past the office without looking, and disappeared around the back. He checked the register — every room was empty except for the long-term stays on the second floor. When he went to find her, the back…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Name in the Ice
It's late February in Red Bluff, Iowa, and the last guest of the night arrives at the Snowbird Motel without a reservation, without luggage, and without the ability to speak. Luna, covering her cousin's shift, tries to help the man communicate—he writes a single name in the frost on the check-in window. But the name belongs to a woman who never checked out. The room he's given is the one she last stayed in, and the ice on the inside of the glass is writing back. This is a story about what gets…
The Night the Convenience Store Clerk Found the Lost Pet
In the small town of Elmswood, Oregon, a convenience store clerk named Doug encounters a strange woman looking for her lost cat on a dead-end road called Turnagain Lane. The cat's name is familiar—it matches a name on a faded missing poster dated 1982. As Doug follows her deeper into the fog, he realizes the road doesn't end where it should, and the woman's voice begins to echo from places she isn't standing. This is a quiet, creeping story about how some losses don't stay lost, and how grief…
The Night the Second-Shift Janitor Found the Door in the Boiler Room
It's late October in Hurleyville, a small town in upstate New York where the leaves have gone brown and the cold seeps through every crack. Luna tells the story of Dale, a second-shift janitor at the old county courthouse, who noticed a door one night that he'd never seen before — a narrow steel door set into the back wall of the boiler room, painted the same grey as the concrete. He figured it was just a storage closet he'd overlooked. But the lock was a heavy padlock, old and rusted, and when…
The Night the Late-Night Librarian Found the Book That Rewrote Itself
A late-night librarian at the Beecher Falls Public Library in northern Vermont discovers a strange book on the returns cart — a book that wasn't there an hour ago, that has no catalog record, and that she's never seen before. But more unsettling is what happens when she opens it: the words shift, reorganize, and start telling her own story, from the night her mother left, to the car crash that stole her sister, to the argument she had with her husband just this morning. As the book begins to…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Crows in the Atrium
A night clerk at the Grand Prairie Hotel in Lamesa, Texas, discovers that the hotel's central atrium — a four-story glass-roofed space filled with live trees — has become home to hundreds of crows. They arrive silently after midnight, filling every branch, every railing, every light fixture. The clerk, a woman named Diane who has worked the graveyard shift for eleven years, tries to understand why they came and what they are waiting for. The story is told in Luna's hushed, weary voice, as if…
The Night the Night Clerk Found the Silent Elevator
A lonely night clerk at a nearly empty motel in Winslow, Arizona, notices that the elevator is moving floor to floor even though no one has checked in for hours. She watches the floor indicator blink from 2 to 3 to 4, then stop. No one gets out. The doors never open. She calls maintenance. The man who answers says the elevator has been out of service since Tuesday. She looks again. The display reads 5. Then 6. She decides to check the lobby camera footage. What she sees makes her unlock the…
The Night the Diner Waitress Found the Booth That Wasn't There
A slow-shift waitress at an all-night diner in Hemlock Falls, Vermont, notices something off about booth seven. The man who sits there every Tuesday at 2:14 AM never leaves a tip, never blinks, and never appears on the security footage. When she finally works up the courage to look under the table, she finds a receipt dated thirty years before she was born, still wet with black coffee. This is a quiet, unsettling story about a routine that shouldn't exist and a town that forgot to question it.…
The Night the Produce Clerk Found the Wrong Orchard
It's late summer in eastern Washington, 2017. The air smells like apples and diesel. A produce clerk named Eddie works the night shift at a highway fruit stand just outside Yakima. He's a quiet guy, mid-forties, divorced, lives alone in a mobile home. One night a woman walks in just before close — barefoot, wearing a hospital gown, says she came from the orchard across the highway. Eddie knows that orchard. It's been dead for thirty years. But he drives her back anyway, because she's trembling…
The Night the Truck Stop Attendant Found the Lost Passenger
It's late November 2023 on a dark stretch of Interstate 70 in eastern Colorado, and the truck stop near Flagler has been quiet for hours. Luna works the register when a woman in a soaked white dress walks in from the storm, asking for a bus that never stops there. The woman's skin is cold, her eyes don't blink, and she keeps glancing at the boarded-up door to the back room. Luna calls her boss, but he says no bus has run that route in thirty years. The woman sits in booth four, humming a song…
The Night the Cemetery Sexton Found the Empty Vault
October 2022, just outside Milledgeville, Georgia. Luna's great-uncle worked the night shift at Magnolia Hill Cemetery for thirty years — kept the grounds, opened gates for funerals, locked up at dusk. He told her about the vault that was supposed to be sealed, the one with the rusted handle that turned too easily. About the hole in the wall where there shouldn't have been a hole. About the sound he heard when he leaned in close. Not a ghost story — a story about a man who spent decades among…
The Night the Gas Station Clerk Saw the Same Man Twice
Luna recounts a story from a friend who worked the overnight shift at a gas station in Bakersville, Utah, during the winter of 2018. A man in a tan coat walked in at 2:17 AM, bought a pack of gum, and left without a word. Then he came back six minutes later, identical down to the crease in his sleeve, and said something that made the clerk freeze. What followed was a single hour of impossible repetitions, a phone that rang without a caller, and a security tape that showed something the clerk…
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.…
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…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Year-Round Christmas Lights
It's December on a forgotten stretch of Route 17 in upstate New York, and the Pine Creek Motel has kept its Christmas lights up since 1987. Luna's cousin, who works the overnight shift, calls her one morning with a strange confession. He's been noticing that the red bulb on the third string has stopped burning out. Every night at 3:17 AM, it flickers once, and then the room at the far end of the lot — Room 14 — lights up from inside, even though no one has checked in there since the motel…
The Night the Motel Clerk Took the Midnight Reservation
It's August 2003, just past two in the morning, at the Sleep-E-Z Motel off Interstate 81 in Pulaski, Virginia. I was working the front desk when the phone rang — a woman's voice, low and certain, asking for a room I knew we didn't have. She gave me a name I'd never heard and a credit card number I'll never forget. When I told her we were full, she said she'd been driving for eighteen hours and just needed somewhere to pull over. I should have hung up. But I didn't. What happened after checkout…
The Night the Motel Clerk Heard the Basement Sing
It was October in Broken Bow, Nebraska, at the Edgewood Motel — a place Luna worked one autumn when the leaves turned and the tourists stopped coming. A woman checks in late, her clothes smelling of wet earth, her voice too soft. She asks for Room 14, the one with the dead bolt that doesn't work. Luna gives her the key and forgets about her until 3 a.m., when the basement door — chained and padlocked for years — starts humming a low note that vibrates through the floorboards. She finds the…
The Night the Motel Clerk Answered the Thirteenth Ring
October 2008. A tired night clerk at the Mohawk River Motor Lodge in upstate New York picks up a phone that keeps ringing with no one on the other end—until a woman's voice whispers a room number that doesn't exist. What he finds in the utility closet behind the boiler changes everything he thought he knew about the motel's history, and about the man who owned it before him. A story about a bell that won't stop, a guest registry that smells like wet earth, and the kind of debt that outlives the…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Basement Door
In the early spring of 2016, a motel clerk named Ellie starts noticing a door in the basement that appears on the blueprints but not in the building. Each time she descends to check the furnace, the door is somewhere else — a different wall, a different corridor. The night she finally opens it, she finds a staircase going down much farther than the building's foundation allows, and a sound like someone breathing in a language that doesn't use lungs. Luna retells Ellie's story as it was…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Thirteenth Photograph
In the autumn of 2021, a motel clerk in the small town of Ellenton, Colorado, discovers a dusty shoebox in the basement of the Red Mountain Inn. Inside are twelve polaroid photographs — each one a guest standing in front of Room 13, each one taken on the night they disappeared. The clerk, a quiet shift worker named Mara, begins to notice a pattern in the faces: the same smile, the same tilt of the head, the same hollow look in the eyes. On the thirteenth night of her investigation, she finds a…
The Night the Festival Grounds Keeper Found the Third Bell
In a tiny farming town in eastern Oregon, the annual Harvest Festival has been held for over a century. When Luna’s friend Mara takes a job as grounds keeper, she finds an old iron bell buried behind the main pavilion. The town records mention only two bells, but the third one rings on its own every night at midnight. Mara digs into the town’s history and uncovers a forgotten year when the festival never ended—when the dancers kept dancing through winter, through spring, until the snow buried…
The Night the Motel Clerk Noticed the Missing Floor
It was the tail end of a wet October in a town called Linefork, Kentucky — a town so small the only place to stay was the Linefork Motor Lodge. I pulled in at 2 AM, windshield wipers stuttering against a rain that had been falling for hours. The lobby smelled of cinnamon and dust, and the clerk — a thin woman with a name tag that read 'Fran' — checked me in without looking up from her crossword. She handed me a key to Room 217. Second floor, third door on the left. But when I got to the…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Footprints
A motel clerk in a small Wyoming town notices footprints in the dust of a long-unused corridor—prints that lead to a room that should be locked, that has been locked for twenty years. The footprints are small, barefoot, and they only go in one direction. The clerk follows them, against every instinct, and finds something waiting in the room that knows her name. A quiet, unnerving story about what we inherit when we work the night shift in a place that remembers. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Photograph
Episode 45 of Goodnight, Listener. Luna returns to a familiar stretch of highway — Route 50 in Nevada, the so-called 'Loneliest Road in America' — and stops at a motel she's passed before. The clerk is a woman in her sixties named Delia, who keeps a photograph taped to the register. It's a Polaroid of a man standing in front of Room 9, dated August 1987. Delia says he checked in one night and never checked out. Not because he died — because the room wouldn't let him leave. She tells Luna the…
The Night the Librarian Found the Uncirculated Book
Luna recalls a July evening in the small town of Manderby, Minnesota, when the head librarian, Mrs. Eleanor Vance, discovered a book on a dusty bottom shelf that had never been checked out — no library card, no stamp, no record of its existence. The book was a field guide to the local cemetery, but the maps inside showed graves that weren't in the official records, and the names matched people still alive. Luna was shelving returns when Mrs. Vance pulled her aside, voice trembling, and asked…
The Night the Roadside Motel Switched Off the Lights
It’s August 2019, just past two in the morning, and I’m pulled over at a motel off Route 50 in Nevada—the kind with a flickering vacancy sign and a clerk who doesn’t look up. The room is fine, the bed is stiff, but what I remember is the way every light in the building went out at exactly 2:17 AM, and how the clerk said it happens every night, and how he told me not to open the door. I didn’t open it. But I heard someone else’s door click shut, and then footsteps that didn’t stop at the parking…
The Night the All-Night Diner Closed at Dawn
March 2009. A diner called Mel's off Route 9 in upstate New York. Luna stops in at 3 a.m. for coffee and pie. The waitress is the only one working—a woman in her sixties who hasn't taken a break in weeks. The pie is fine. The coffee is hot. But the cook never shows. The walk-in freezer hums too loud. And when the last customer leaves at 4:30, the waitress locks the door and says something Luna still can't shake. A quiet, slow-burn story about the weight of a night that never quite ends. About…
The Night the Motel Clerk Found the Room That Wasn't There
At a tired motel off I-40 in Barstow, California, a night clerk named Eli discovers a key to room 317 — a room that doesn't exist on any map, in any ledger, or behind any door in the building. When he opens the closet in the manager's office that shouldn't have a door, he finds a hallway that stretches too far, a smell of old cigarettes and something rotting, and a single strip of red light under a door at the end. This is the story of the night Eli walked into a building that wasn't built yet…
The Night the Innkeeper Inherited the Wrong Key
In the fall of 2018, I spent a weekend at the Black Pine Inn, a converted Victorian boarding house in the town of Stillwater, New York. The innkeeper, a woman named Margaret, had inherited the place from her aunt — along with a skeleton key she was never supposed to use. She showed me the locked attic door on the third floor, and told me about the guests who checked in but never checked out. This is what she heard through that door, night after night, until she finally turned the key. And what…
The Night the Motel Clerk Heard the Third Floor
Somewhere off Route 17 in western Pennsylvania, past the sign that says 'Sunset Motor Lodge — Vacancy,' there's a motel that doesn't show up on any map. I stayed there one November night, three years ago, on a drive from Pittsburgh to nowhere in particular. The clerk was a man named Hollis — gray-haired, soft-spoken, wearing a cardigan that smelled like mothballs. He handed me a key to room 108 and told me not to go to the third floor. The third floor, he said, had been closed for thirty years.…
The Night the Gas Station Attendant Knew My Route
I stopped for gas on a Tuesday in late October, just past midnight, on a two-lane highway in eastern Wyoming. The attendant didn't look at me when he took my card. He just said 'You're going the wrong way for where you're heading.' I laughed it off. But when I asked what he meant, he pointed at the map I'd left on the passenger seat and said 'You're supposed to be at mile marker seventy-two by sunrise. That's west. You're going east.' I hadn't told anyone my destination. I hadn't even decided…
The Night the Motel Clerk Saw the Second Register
The Desert Mirage Motel outside Baker, California, has only one clerk per shift. Pete knew that. He also knew the register drawer locked automatically at midnight and couldn't be opened again until morning. So when he saw two identical receipts printing side by side at 2:17 AM, he told himself it was a glitch. But the second register had a name he didn't check in. And the time stamp was from 1977. This is the story of the night Pete stopped believing in coincidences, and why he never worked the…
Showing the latest 50 episodes. The full archive of 86 is on Apple Podcasts, Spotify and every major podcast app — or via the RSS feed above.