Episodes
The Man Who Knew Mile Marker 86
It's October on Route 9, and the midnight bus is nearly empty. Luna is staring out the window when a man in a worn brown coat boards at a stop that shouldn't exist. He sits beside her, smells of rain and diesel, and starts talking about mile markers. He knows them all by heart, he says. He knows the one where the bus crashed in '92, where seventeen people died. He knows the exact number, the exact curve in the road. As the bus hums through the dark, he tells her the story of that night—a story…
The Woman Who Boarded at Mile Marker 112
On the last bus out of town, Luna sits alone in the dim glow of a Greyhound. The driver breaks his years of silence to tell her about a passenger who boards every night at the same spot—same time, same seat, same stillness. Tonight she didn't show. But when Luna glances at the window reflection, she sees a woman in the third row. A worn coat. Dark hair. Lips moving without sound. The bus rolls through Meridian Creek at two in the morning, and the driver whispers the words she always says: 'last…
The Suitcase at Mile Marker 94
It's just past midnight on a Greyhound bound for nowhere. The bus pulls into a rest stop outside Oakwood, and a man boards carrying a heavy brown suitcase. He sits a few rows ahead, never letting go of the handle. Luna dozes off. When she wakes, the man is gone, but the suitcase remains. Inside: a stack of photographs, a letter dated 1978, and the smell of damp earth. What follows is a slow unraveling of a life left behind — and the feeling that some luggage is never meant to be reclaimed. No…
The Girl from the Rest Area at Mile Marker 88
Luna is the only passenger on the last bus out of town when the driver pulls into a rest area at Mile Marker 88. A girl boards, shivering in a thin jacket, and sits beside her despite the empty rows. She says she's from a town called Milford, but it's not on any map. She tells Luna about a house on Maple Street with a blue door that's always open, and the thing that followed her home. By the time the bus leaves, Luna is left with the memory of her voice and the feeling that some doors never…
The Woman Who Boarded at Exit 43
On a rain-slicked November night aboard a Greyhound rolling through upstate New York, a woman boards at a broken-down rest stop near Exit 43. She carries no luggage, wears a soaked blue dress, and tells Luna she's been walking since the 1990s. As the miles pass, her story becomes less a tale of survival and more a confession about what she left behind in a town called Stillwater — a town that might not exist anymore. Luna listens, watches her reflection in the window, and begins to notice that…
The Passenger at Mile Marker 112
It's two in the morning on a Greyhound crossing eastern Ohio. At a rest stop near Route 30, a woman in a faded floral dress boards the bus with no luggage. She sits next to me and tells a story about a town called Morrowville—a place that official maps say was abandoned after a chemical spill in 1953. But she says she lives there still, and that the town only appears after midnight. She gets off at a gravel road with no sign, and I watch a faint glow flicker through the trees. I looked for…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 7 at Three in the Morning — Revisited a Fourth Time
Luna returns to the laundromat on Route 7, the one with the flickering sign and the woman who always comes in at three. But tonight, the woman brings a suitcase—and inside it, something that breathes. A story about repetition, the weight of unfinished business, and what happens when you finally look inside. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LastBusOutOfTown #Laundromat #Route7 #TheWomanAtThree #Suitcase #Breathing #UnfinishedBusiness #Repetition #NightShift #Midnight #SmallTown #Luna #Greyhound…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 31 at Three in the Morning
Luna pulls into a truck stop off Route 31 on a bitter February night. The laundromat attached to the gas station is empty except for a woman in a gray coat who doesn't seem to be doing laundry. She just sits on a folding table. Her hands are still. Her eyes are wet. Luna sits. She stays. And over the next hour, she learns what it means to be waiting for a bus that isn't coming. No ghosts. No monsters. Just a story about a woman and a phone call and the sound of a coin hitting a metal tray. And…
The Night Janitor at the Greyhound Station on Route 19
Luna missed the last bus out of town. Stranded at the Greyhound station on Route 19, she meets the night janitor, an old man named Ezra who has worked there for decades. He tells her about the platform that used to be there—Platform Zero—where a bus would come at midnight every night, but it didn't go anywhere on the map. The passengers who boarded it were never seen again. Luna thinks it's just a ghost story until she sees the schedule board flicker, and there it is: Platform Zero, departure…
The Night Janitor at the Greyhound Station on Route 19
Luna rides the last bus out of a dying town called Marrow, where the only sound after midnight is the moan of the wind through abandoned storefronts. At the depot, she meets an old man named Elias who has been mopping the same floor for forty years. He doesn't look at her when he speaks — he looks at the reflection in the tile. He tells her about the passenger who never leaves, the one who boards at 3:33 AM and sits in seat 13, row 7, no luggage, no ticket. Luna thinks it's a story. Then her…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 7 at Three in the Morning Revisited a Third Time
Luna returns to the laundromat on Route 7, the one with the flickering sign that buzzes like a trapped fly. It's been three years since the night she saw the woman in the dryers, the one whose clothes were never wet, whose face was never quite in focus. But tonight, the machines are silent, and there's a man sitting in the corner with a basket full of nothing. He doesn't look at her, but he speaks. He tells her about the other laundromats, the ones on Route 22 and Route 69, the ones where the…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Diner on Route 19 at Half Past Three
Luna pulls into a near-empty diner off Route 19 in the winter of 2018, looking for coffee and a few minutes off the road. The place is run by a woman named Delia who's been working the graveyard shift for thirty years. She tells Luna about the regular who comes in every night at exactly 3:35, orders black coffee and apple pie, and never touches either. Delia shows Luna the photograph taped to the register: a man in a hunting jacket, standing beside a younger version of herself. The same man who…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Truck Stop on Route 19 at Half Past Midnight
Luna pulls into a truck stop on a lonely stretch of Route 19 in western Nevada, somewhere between Tonopah and nothing. She's not hungry, not tired — just looking for a real cup of coffee and a place to sit that isn't a moving seat. The clerk behind the counter is young, maybe nineteen, with a name tag that says 'Dustin' and a way of staring just past her shoulder. He's been working the graveyard shift for six weeks. He tells her about the truck that comes through every night at 12:31 — a white…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Motel on Route 22 at Three in the Morning — Revised Again
Luna pulls into an all-night motel on Route 22 during a thunderstorm, hoping for a few hours of sleep before the next bus. The night clerk is an old woman named Margot who barely looks up from her crossword. But the room Luna is given — Room 9 — has a closet door that won't stay shut, and a smell like wet wool and old pennies. Luna tries to sleep, but the door keeps swinging open, and each time she closes it, she notices something different about the room: the furniture shifts, the wallpaper…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 7 at Three in the Morning — Revisited Again
Luna returns to the all-night laundromat on Route 7, where a single working machine hums with a load that has been churning for three hours. The night clerk, a woman with hollow eyes, doesn't look at her. The dryer door won't open. Through the glass, Luna sees a tangle of damp hair and something that might be a hand. She waits. She watches. The machine never stops. A quiet, lingering episode about patience, the weight of unfinished cycles, and what happens when a place remembers you.…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 22 at Three in the Morning — Revisited Again
Back on Route 22, past the last exit, the Pine Creek Laundromat glows fluorescent even at three in the morning. Luna's old friend Mina worked the counter there, a second-shift stocker at the Stop & Save across the street. But after midnight, the Laundromat had a different kind of customer — the kind that doesn't leave change in the machines. A man with no shadow, a woman's scream from inside a locked dryer, and a note left in a lint trap that read: 'I know what you did. So does she.' Mina never…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Bookstore on Route 22 at Three in the Morning
Luna misses her bus and walks into a bookstore that shouldn't exist — a narrow shop between a boarded-up laundromat and a diner that burned down years ago. The clerk is reading aloud to no one, his voice bleeding through a crack in the door. He doesn't seem surprised to see her. He offers her a book with her name already written inside. She opens it to a page describing this exact moment, word for word, except she knows she didn't tell him her name. Every sentence she reads happens a second…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 69 at Three in the Morning
Luna pulls into a dusty Nevada town called Dry Fork, where the only light after midnight is the All-Night Laundromat on Route 69. The clerk, a woman named Marlene with a limp and a calm smile, tells her about the travelers who come through—and the ones who never leave. Luna listens to the dryers hum and learns about the man in tan coveralls who visits every three nights, never carrying laundry, just standing by the window until the clock hits 3:33. Marlene says he's been coming for years, and…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 22 at Three in the Morning — Revisited
A woman who claims to have known the previous night clerk returns to the same laundromat on Route 22 at three in the morning. She speaks of a debt, a bargain, and a payment due. Luna listens through the thin wall of the back office, counting the minutes until the dryer stops. #Laundromat #Route22 #NightClerk #Debt #Bargain #ThinWalls #DryerCycle #ThreeInTheMorning #PaymentDue #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #LastBus #Midnight #Luna #SmallTown #Standalone #Atmospheric Keep every episode…
The Night Clerk at the Last Diner on Route 17
Luna takes the last bus out of a small town called Millbrook, somewhere off Route 17 in upstate New York. It's late October, just before midnight, and the bus makes an unscheduled stop at a diner called the Blue Moon. Inside, the place is empty except for the night clerk — a woman named Ellie who hasn't had a customer in hours. Luna orders coffee, and Ellie starts talking. She tells Luna about the regular who used to come in every night at 3:00 AM, a man in a gray coat who never ordered…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Pharmacy on Route 17
It's three in the morning on a humid August night, and the only place open on Route 17 is a fluorescent-lit pharmacy with a cracked sign. Luna stops for a soda and meets the night clerk, a woman named Maura who hasn't had a customer in three hours. Maura talks too much about the locked drawer behind the counter, and about the man who comes at 3:33 AM every night asking for a prescription that doesn't exist. Luna waits to see if he shows up. The clock ticks. The air grows cold. And when the door…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 7 at Three in the Morning
Luna pulls into an all-night laundromat on Route 7 outside a town called Bitterweed, Oklahoma, just past three in the morning. The fluorescent lights are too bright, the dryers too loud, and the woman folded into the corner chair hasn't moved in hours. She's wearing a pink housecoat, her hair wrapped in a towel, and she tells Luna a story about a baptism that went wrong, a river that took more than it gave back, and the thing that's been sitting beside her ever since. Luna says it's a story…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 7 at Three in the Morning
I met a woman in a laundromat off Route 7, just past the county line. She was washing a wedding dress at three in the morning, and she told me she had been washing it every night for a week. She told me why. She told me what she saw in the reflection of the machine's door. And she told me why she couldn't take the dress home. I listened, and I believed her. I still believe her. But I've never been able to pass that laundromat since without checking the rearview mirror. #LaundromatHorror #Route7…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 22 at Three in the Morning
Luna stops at a laundromat in a small Montana town at three in the morning and meets an old woman named Elsie who has been folding the same load of laundry for forty years. The machines hum with something older than electricity, and the clothes in the dryer never get dry. Luna loses track of time and finds a note in her pocket that says 'You were here before.' A quiet, circular horror story about being trapped in a moment that never ends. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #Laundromat…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Bakery on Route 22 at Four in the Morning
Luna stops at a 24-hour bakery off Route 22, hours before dawn, drawn by a single lit window in a strip mall of closed stores. The woman behind the counter never blinks. Her apron is spotless. The pastries in the case look perfect—too perfect. When Luna asks for a black coffee and a bear claw, the clerk asks a question that doesn't make sense. The oven in the back glows like a furnace, and Luna realizes she hasn't seen another customer in the hour she's been sitting there. Every time she looks…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Motel on Route 17 at Three in the Morning
A woman named Lila arrives at a motel on Route 17 with a suitcase and a story. She asks for a room at the far end of the lot, pays cash, and says she won't be needing housekeeping. Over the next three nights, the night clerk notices her curtains are never drawn, and she's always watching the road. On the third night, a green sedan pulls into the lot and idles until the engine cuts. The clerk walks over to see if Lila is okay—and finds the room empty, the suitcase open, and a photograph of Lila…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 9 at Three in the Morning — Revisited
Luna returns to the same laundromat on Route 9, three years after the night she first met the night clerk. It looks the same—fluorescent lights, humming dryers, the same crack in the tile floor. But the clerk is different now. He doesn't remember her. He doesn't move like a person. And when he speaks, his voice comes from somewhere behind the ceiling tiles. A quiet, slow-burn encounter about recurrence, forgotten promises, and the things that wait for us in rooms we thought we'd left for good.…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 9 at Three in the Morning
A woman misses her bus in a town called Nowhere, Illinois, and spends the hour before dawn in the only place still open: a fluorescent-lit Laundromat on Route 9. The owner is a quiet man named Ellis who offers her a cup of burnt coffee and a warning about the folding tables near the back. She doesn't listen. She hears something in the churning of dryer number four, something speaking in short, wet syllables. This episode is about what washes up when you're not supposed to be there. It's about…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 9 at Three in the Morning
It's three in the morning on a Tuesday in late October, and the rain is coming down hard on Route 9. Luna pulls into the last open laundromat in a town called Marrow, a place that's mostly boarded-up storefronts and flickering streetlights. The clerk behind the counter is an old man named Elroy who doesn't seem surprised to see her. He tells her about the machine in the back—a washer that's been running nonstop for thirty years, ever since a woman named Cora Reeves brought in a load of laundry…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Hardware Store on Route 9
Luna pulls into a dusty strip mall off Route 9, somewhere west of Nowhere, Wyoming. The hardware store is lit like a gas station—fluorescent hum, the smell of drywall and WD-40. A man in an orange apron stands behind the counter, watching her with the stillness of someone who hasn't blinked in a while. He doesn't ask what she needs. He just points to the back aisle. Luna walks past power tools and paint rollers, past a display of padlocks that looks recently disturbed, past a freezer full of…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Gas Station on Route 9 at Three in the Morning
A solitary night clerk at a deserted gas station on Route 9 in rural Nebraska encounters a woman who steps off a Greyhound bus with no luggage, no ticket, and no memory of where she came from. As the hours tick toward dawn, the clerk begins to realize the woman isn't lost—she's waiting for something to catch up with her. A slow-burn horror story about forgotten roads, impossible travelers, and the things that chase us through the dark. Told in Luna's intimate, hushed register from a midnight…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Motel on Route 17 at Three in the Morning
Luna pulls into a motel outside Elko, Nevada, three in the morning, snow falling sideways. The night clerk is an old man named Harlan who hasn't had a guest in weeks. He tells her about the room at the end of the hall — Room 17 — that's been locked for thirty years, ever since a woman named Cora checked in and never checked out. But tonight, someone left a key on the desk. Luna takes it. She walks the hallway. The door is open a crack. What she finds inside rewrites everything she thought she…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Laundromat on Route 7 at Three in the Morning
It's three in the morning on Route 7, and Luna is sitting in a nearly empty laundromat that smells of bleach and stale cigarettes. The dryers tumble with nobody's clothes. The fluorescent lights flicker in a rhythm that feels deliberate. A man in a raincoat enters—not to wash anything, just to sit on the cracked plastic bench, staring at the coin machine. He doesn't speak, but his presence makes the hum of the machines change pitch. Luna watches him count out dimes from a brown paper bag…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Motel on Route 17
Luna pulls into a motel off Route 17 just after midnight, desperate for a shower and a real bed. The night clerk is a pale young man named Eli who never blinks, never answers a question directly, and keeps staring at the key he hands her — room 107. The room is wrong. The wallpaper breathes. The mirror shows her reflection from three seconds ago. And the door handle keeps turning, slowly, even though the deadbolt is on. She sits on the edge of the bed, watching the lock, and remembers Eli's…
The Night Clerk at the All-Night Gas Station on Route 41
Luna recalls a summer night in 2017 when she stopped at a gas station on Route 41 in Millbrook, Ohio, at 2:47 AM. The attendant, a man named Frank, told her about the car that pulls up every night at the same time—a vintage Chevrolet with a woman in the back seat who never blinks. Frank showed her the Polaroid he took through the window: the woman's face reflected in the glass, but the seat behind her was empty. Luna left with a tank of gas and a photograph she still keeps in her duffel bag.…
The Night Clerk at the Last Motel on Route 9
Luna recounts a single shift at the Last Motel on Route 9, a place that shouldn't exist past midnight. The motel's only guest, a pale woman in a wet coat, checks in without luggage and never leaves her room. But the room is empty. The door is locked from inside. And the phone keeps ringing with no one on the line. A slow-burn story about a road that doesn't end, a clerk who stopped clocking out, and the one hour every night when the motel is real. Recorded in the dark by Luna, as always, for…
The All-Night Laundromat on Route 39 at Three in the Morning
Luna recalls a night in mid-October, 2021, when her bus broke down outside a town called Marrow, Kansas. The only place open was a laundromat on Route 39 — fluorescent lights, a single dryer tumbling with no clothes inside, and an elderly woman folding the same gray sweater over and over. They talked. Or rather, the woman talked — about her daughter, about a man who came to the door one night, about why she never left this town. By the time the bus was repaired, Luna understood that some stains…
The Night Clerk at the Last Motel on Route 9
Luna pulls over at a roadside motel on a snowy stretch of Route 9 in upstate New York, sometime in the late 90s. The night clerk is a tired woman named Margie, who warns her not to go past the vending machine after midnight. But Luna does anyway, and finds a door that shouldn't be there—and something that knocks from the other side. A quiet, slow-burn episode about thresholds, loneliness, and the places we stop when we shouldn't. #LastBusOutOfTown #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Route9 #Motel…
The All-Night Video Store on Route 14
It's 3:47 AM on a rain-slicked stretch of Route 14 just outside Peoria, Illinois, and the only light for miles comes from a flickering neon sign shaped like a clapperboard. The All-Night Video Store hasn't been open for years—or so everyone says. But the VHS cases on the shelves are warm to the touch. The clerk, an old woman in a floral dress who smells like mothballs and burnt sugar, insists she knows what every customer watched on the night they died. When Luna asks for something scary, the…
The All-Night Laundromat on Route 31 at Three in the Morning
On a midnight Greyhound heading west, Luna meets a woman named Ellie who tells her about the laundromat on Route 31. Not the one with the flickering sign or the broken dryer — the one that only appears when the clock hits three in the morning, tucked between a burned-out gas station and a field of sunflowers that don't turn toward the sun. Ellie went there one night, desperate for clean clothes before a job interview. She found the machines running, the lights humming, and an old woman folding…
The All-Night Photocopy Shop on Route 9
Luna misses her stop outside a small Kentucky town and spends three hours in a fluorescent-lit copy shop where the only machine works by itself. The clerk, a man named Vernon who never stops smiling, tells her the shop prints things that haven't been written yet. She watches blank pages fill with text in her own handwriting—letters she never sent, confessions she never made. When she asks Vernon who writes them, he points to a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY and says 'you do, same as everyone.' She…
The All-Night Pharmacy on Route 8
It's a cold February night in the town of Northwood, and Luna's bus has a two-hour layover at a depot across from an all-night pharmacy. Inside, a single fluorescent light flickers over aisles of dusty pain relievers and expired candy. The pharmacist is an old man named Harold who moves slowly, speaks in a whisper, and keeps glancing at a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. He tells Luna about a shelf in the back—the one that appears only after midnight, stocked with things nobody has ordered and…
The All-Night Auto Body Shop on Route 14
A woman steps off a late bus at a dusty crossroads in the Texas panhandle, where the only light comes from an all-night auto body shop. The mechanic who greets her is calm, thorough, and knows exactly what she's running from. He talks her through the repair, never asking why her car has no engine. The story is about what it means to be seen—really seen—when you least expect it, and how sometimes the people who ask no questions are the ones who know everything. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast…
The All-Night Diner on Route 41 at Three in the Morning
Luna recounts a night in late October when her bus broke down outside a small town in eastern Ohio. She ended up at a diner on Route 41, the only place open. The waitress was named Della, and she told Luna about a regular who came in every night at three. A man who always ordered black coffee and never spoke. But one night, he left something behind. A photograph. Luna saw it. She shouldn't have. Because the face in the photograph was her own. Quiet, atmospheric horror about time, recurrence…
The All-Night Gas Station on Route 17
A rest stop outside a town called Marrow, off Route 17 in the dead of winter. Luna pulls in for coffee and finds a station that stays open but never takes customers. The clerk doesn't speak, the pay phone rings every hour, and the coffee is the right temperature but wrong color. A story about service, emptiness, and what waits in the cold for someone to pick up. #Marrow #Route17 #AllNightGasStation #Midnight #January #WinterHorror #EmptyRoads #PayPhone #Clerk #Coffee #YellowLight #Loneliness…
The All-Night Laundromat on Route 39
At a lonely laundromat off Route 39 in the dead of an October night, Luna meets an old woman who tends a broken machine as if it holds something precious. The woman speaks in riddles about the clothes she washes — clothes that belong to people who have already died. As the dryers hum and the fluorescent lights flicker, Luna watches a load of laundry spin and begins to see what the woman sees: a wedding dress that still moves, a child's jacket with a name sewn inside, and a receipt that reads…
The All-Night Truck Stop on Route 29
Luna recalls a night in late October, somewhere between Mankato and nowhere, when the bus pulled into a truck stop that shouldn't have been there. A diner with a single waitress who knew her name before she gave it. A jukebox playing the same song on repeat — a song Luna's grandmother used to hum. And in the bathroom mirror, a reflection that smiled a second too late. This is not a story about ghosts. It's about being recognized by something that should have forgotten you a long time ago.…
The All-Night Thrift Store on Route 36
Three in the morning on a stretch of Route 36 that doesn't appear on most maps. A thrift store open despite a sign reading 'CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS.' Inside, a woman named Lydia sorts through a donation box labelled 'Estate of Marjorie Quinn, 1992' and finds a child's nightgown still warm to the touch, a locket that opens onto a photograph that changes when she blinks, and a receipt dated 1973 for a purchase she herself made. The store smells like wet wool and winter air, and the fluorescent…
The All-Night Cinema on Old Route 7
Luna remembers a Tuesday in late October, somewhere outside Elko, Nevada, when the bus stopped at a faded single-screen cinema that still showed reels. She went inside for popcorn and ended up watching a film that wasn't on any marquee — a black-and-white feature with no credits, no dialogue, and a single image that stayed with her long after. The ticket seller was too young to be working that late. The projector hummed like a living thing. And when she finally left, the bus was still there…
The All-Night Laundromat on Route 31
It's the dead of summer, around 2 AM, and I'm on a Greyhound cutting through central Kansas. The bus pulls over at a tiny town called Elkhart, population maybe 600, so the driver can smoke. There's a laundromat across the street, its fluorescent lights buzzing through the dusty windows. I step off for air and end up inside, where a woman in a faded blue dress is folding the same load of laundry over and over. She doesn't look up, but she starts talking. She tells me about the night her daughter…
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