Episodes
The Call at Stillwater Reservoir
October 2019, Stillwater Reservoir. A retired fire tower observer's cabin stands empty, but the answering machine inside still has messages. Luna finds the tapes while cataloging abandoned structures and listens to a woman's voice—calm at first, then urgent—over the course of three nights. The last message is not a message at all. This episode follows Luna's quiet obsession with a stranger's final calls, and the thing she heard in the static when the tape ran out. A story about leaving a light…
The Passenger on Cascade Pass Road
Late October on Cascade Pass Road, just before the first real snow. Luna is driving the Northway back to her station when she sees a woman standing at the pull-off near the Chapel Pond trailhead—no jacket, no pack, just a floral dress and a small suitcase. Against her better judgment, she stops. The woman is calm, grateful, and asks for a ride to the old Cascade Lodge. Except the lodge burned down in 1960. Luna lets her out where she points, at a clearing that holds only a stone foundation and…
The Payphone at Blue Mountain Lake
In the autumn of 2019, a disconnected payphone at an abandoned gas station in Blue Mountain Lake, New York, begins ringing at precisely 2:17 AM every night. When answered, a voice warns of an impending disaster—a forest fire that hasn't happened yet. The voice belongs to a girl who vanished from the same spot in 1975. Luna visits the payphone, answers the call, and discovers that some warnings are better left unheard. A story about obsession, grief, and the danger of listening too closely.…
The Glow at Copperas Pond
October 2022. A ranger's early patrol at a remote Adirondack pond reveals a light beneath the water that moves with intention. Luna recounts the local legend of Hiram Poultney, a fisherman who vanished in the late 1800s, and the widow's lantern that still drifts on autumn mornings. No answers. Only the quiet certainty that some things don't stay drowned. A slow-burn ghost story about memory, duty, and the stories we tell ourselves to sleep. #TheAdirondackFiles #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast…
The Cabin at Moose River Plains
November 1998. A hunter stumbles upon a cabin deep in the Moose River Plains that isn't on any map. Inside, a journal spanning ninety years—written in the same hand, still warm. When Luna goes to investigate, she finds the cabin's occupant is still there, caught in a single day that never ends. A story about a place that remembers you before you arrive, and a loop that holds tighter than any forest. #TheAdirondackFiles #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #MooseRiverPlains #TimeLoop…
The Monument at Hamilton County Line
In the winter of 1998, a surveyor in Speculator, New York, found a brass marker that refused to stay put. Each time he returned, it had moved a few feet deeper into the woods. By the third visit, he realized the line he was chasing wasn't a property boundary—it was something alive, something that had been drawing him in. Luna tells the story of the forgotten corners of the Adirondack park, where maps lie and the land remembers. #AdirondackFiles #HorrorPodcast #FexingoHorror #Luna #SpeculatorNY…
The Wait at Quaker Mountain Fire Tower
In the autumn of 1998, a young man named Eli takes a seasonal job as a fire lookout at the Quaker Mountain tower in the Adirondacks. The work is solitary and silent until the third week, when he begins to notice a woman in a yellow dress appearing at the base of the tower just before dusk. She never climbs the stairs, never calls out — she only stands there, looking up. Eli radios the ranger station and is told there is no one else on the mountain. But she keeps coming, and what he learns about…
The Bridge at Seventh Lake
Late September, 1998. On Seventh Lake Inlet, a narrow wooden footbridge connects two parcels of state land. Local kids dare each other to cross it after midnight, because of what they say waits underneath. Luna talks to a retired guide who built the bridge in the Seventies and has been paid to leave it standing ever since. By the time he finishes his story, you will understand why he still patrols it on moonless nights, and why he carries a box of iron nails in his vest pocket. This episode is…
The Crossing at Boreas River
It was October of 2019 when I met Pete Harlow, a retired guide who lived alone in a cabin near the Boreas River crossing. He told me about the night he found a woman standing in the middle of the bridge, wearing a white dress that wasn't wet despite the rain. She didn't speak. She pointed downstream. He followed her gaze and saw something in the water—something that shouldn't have been there. He never crossed that bridge after dark again. But last week, I did. And I saw her too. This is the…
The Lure at Lake Abanakee
In the late summer of 2003, a guide out of Indian Lake returned from a solo trip with a story he never told twice. Luna heard it from his widow, who found his journal wedged behind a loose board in the boathouse. The entry for July 31st describes a lure he found tied to a fallen birch at the north end of Lake Abanakee. Not a modern lure—something made from bone and copper wire, with a hook that looked carved from a deer's rib. He took it. That was the mistake. Over the next four days, the lake…
The Receiver at Raquette Lake Station
In the summer of 1994, a retired lineman named Harlan Pierce found something in the attic of the old Raquette Lake telegraph station — a brass receiver that wasn't supposed to be there, connected to a wire that led nowhere. He started hearing things at night. Not voices, exactly. More like the sound of someone listening back. This is the story of what he heard, and what heard him. Set during the long, dry August that year, at the edge of the lake where the pines go silent. Luna tells it the way…
The Journal at Piseco Lake Outlet
Summer 1997. Luna spent a week alone at a fire tower on Piseco Lake, cataloguing loon calls for a university project. The first three nights were quiet. On the fourth night, she found a waterproof journal wedged between two rocks at the outlet stream, its pages filled with a single name repeated in different handwriting. By the sixth night, the name had started appearing in her own notes. She never finished the project. She still has the journal. She can't throw it away. #PisecoLake…
The Hermit at Clear Pond
Luna recalls a winter night in 2007 when a trail runner named Mark stumbled out of the pines near the Clear Pond lean-to, babbling about a cabin that didn't exist on any map. She had been stationed at the Long Lake ranger cabin, checking trail registers after a snowfall. Mark's story was impossible: a one-room shack with a woodstove, a man who never spoke, and a pile of ancient paper cataloging every person who had ever disappeared in the Adirondacks. Luna hiked with him at dawn to find the…
The Knock at Long Lake Mobil 1933
November 1979. A lone attendant working the overnight shift at a Mobil station on Route 30 outside Long Lake, New York. The phone rings at 3:14 AM. No one is on the line — just the sound of wet breathing and, faintly, the crackle of leaves being crushed underfoot. Over the next hour, the calls keep coming. Each time, the breathing is closer. Each time, the static shifts, as if the line is being dragged through the woods toward the station. When the attendant finally looks out the window, the…
The Station at Tupper Lake
In the summer of 1998, a retired train dispatcher named Henry Torrance began hearing his old radio set crackling with messages from a station that hadn't been staffed in forty years. The voice on the other end sounded like his own, but younger, calling out arrival times for trains on a line that was torn up decades ago. Luna met Henry at a diner in Tupper Lake, and he told her how the voice started giving instructions to people who had never worked the rails — telling them where to stand, what…
The Tape at Indian Lake Diner
Late October, 1997. A cassette tape left on a booth at the Indian Lake Diner. Side A contains twenty-three minutes of a woman's last argument with her husband before the car went into the lake. Side B is blank. Luna's friend Maggie, a waitress at the diner, took the tape home. She listened to it three times. She says the argument sounds like every fight she's ever had. She says the woman's voice is familiar but she can't place it. She says the tape has been rewound to the same spot every…
The Flume at Opalescent Gorge
In the summer of 2021, a seasonal trail crew worker found a narrow slot canyon in a forgotten corner of the High Peaks — a flume that wasn't on any map. The water inside didn't flow like water. It moved against gravity, curling upward in slow spirals, and when you stood at the edge too long, you could hear your own voice coming back from inside the rock — not an echo, but a repetition of something you'd said years ago, in a different room. This is the story of what she saw there, what she…
The Vanishing at Old Forge Landing
June 2022, the southwest shore of Fourth Lake, just past midnight. A ranger finds a single hiking boot floating upright in still water — laces knotted, sole facing the sky. No hiker missing. No report filed. But the boot keeps turning up, in different places, at different times, always pointing that same direction. Luna pulls the file from a locked drawer in the Old Forge station — fourteen sightings over eleven years, each one witnessed by someone who spent the following nights checking their…
The Bell at Stony Pond Clearing
Late autumn, 2019. A retired hunting guide named Ellery Coombs walks out of the woods near Stony Pond Clearing and tells Luna a story he has kept for forty years. In 1979, he found a brass bell hanging from a birch tree at the center of an old logging clearing. No one knew where it came from. No one would touch it. But each November when the deer moved through, the bell would ring at dusk — and the deer would stop, stand still, and wait. Ellery watched for three seasons before he understood…
The Tracks at Loon Lake Crossing
A freight train that never ran. A crossing gate that lowers itself at 3:17 AM. In the northern Adirondacks, just south of the Canadian border, there's a stretch of track the railroad abandoned in 1978. But the crossing signal still works—flashing red lights, rusted bell, wooden gate arm that descends over empty asphalt. Some nights, locals say, you can hear it. Not the train. The bell. Ringing in the dark. I drove up to Loon Lake Crossing in late October, parked my truck at the gravel pull-off…
The Boat at Lost Ponds
A ranger's log from September 1997. A solo canoe found drifting on Lost Ponds, a remote pair of lakes in the Adirondacks. No registration. No tracks. A man's jacket folded on the seat. Luna walks the shoreline at dusk and finds a campfire still warm, a sleeping bag unzipped, and a single set of footprints leading into the water that never come back out. No body recovered. No missing persons report matching the jacket's laundry tag. But three nights later, she sees a light on the water — a…
The Stone at Eagle Cave
A solitary writer rents a cabin in the tiny Adirondack hamlet of Newcomb for a quiet winter. The locals warn him about the stone at the mouth of Eagle Cave — an erratic boulder left by the glacier, balanced in such a way that it rocks slightly in a strong wind. They say it marks something older than memory. He goes to see it, and what he finds there changes the way he hears the dark. Luna tells the story of a man who walked into a hole in the earth and came back with something listening inside…
The Wall at Goodnow Flow
In the summer of 2019, a guide from Long Lake told me about a hunter who stumbled onto a stacked stone wall deep in the Goodnow Flow drainage — not a foundation, not a boundary marker, but a deliberate, unmortared barrier stretching a quarter mile through old-growth hemlock. The stones were fitted without mortar, each one flaked with a rust-coloured lichen that seemed to pulse at dusk. Every time the hunter came back to check his traps, the wall was a few feet closer to the trail. By October…
The Hand at Forked Lake
During a late September patrol of Forked Lake in 2017, Luna meets an old guide named Roy Stillman who lives in a cabin without a road. He tells her about a hand he saw rise from the water fifty years ago — not a swimmer, not a body, something that kept reaching. She rows out to the middle of the lake that night and sees it herself. A story about what waits underneath still water, and the people who choose to stay anyway. #ForkedLake #RoyStillman #TheHand #AdirondackHorror #LakeHorror…
The Drowned Bell at Treadwell Bay
Luna recounts a night in the fall of 2019 when she was called to Treadwell Bay, a narrow inlet on Long Lake, by a retired fisherman named Carl. He had been hearing a bell tolling underwater every night at midnight—a bell from the wreck of the Anna Belle, a steamboat that sank in 1923 with twenty-seven passengers aboard. Luna rows out alone to listen. The sound is unmistakable: clear, rhythmic, rising through the cold water. Then the boat tips. In the blackness beneath, she sees lights moving in…
The Ferry at Crown Point
In the autumn of 2014, Luna's retired neighbor George took a job as deckhand on the last cable ferry across Lake Champlain, running nights between Crown Point and Vermont. The old man claimed he saw the same passenger board every night at 2:47 AM — a woman in a beige raincoat who never bought a ticket and never spoke. When he tried to confront her, the ferryman told him quietly: 'She's been crossing since the bridge collapsed in 1973. You don't talk to her. You don't look at her. You just count…
The Glow at Grass Pond Outlet
Ranger Luna returns to a stretch of the Moose River Plains where a string of disappearances has been written off as hikers getting lost. But the search dogs refuse to cross a certain dry creek bed, and the forest service has started noticing lights at night—lights that move against the wind, that hum at a frequency just below hearing. Luna walks the outlet at dusk and finds not a lost person, but the reason no one comes back. A quiet horror story about the edge of maps, the patience of the…
The Log at Moose River Plains
A ranger's logbook found in a remote lean-to records the slow unraveling of a lone camper over six nights in the Moose River Plains. The entries start ordinary—a fire built, a meal eaten—but by the third night, the handwriting shifts, the sentences break apart, and a single repeated phrase begins to appear. Luna reads the log aloud for the first time, and what she finds in the final entry makes her put the book down and walk away from the lean-to without looking back. Set in September 1998…
The Telephone at Saranac Inn
Deep in the Adirondacks, near the vanished resort of Saranac Inn, there's a payphone that still rings. Luna's cousin Sam found it on a night hike in October 2021—a brass rotary phone bolted to a pine tree, no line visible, no source of power. When it rang, Sam answered. The voice on the other end was his own, from three days in the future. What he heard sent him running, and what he saw when he reached the clearing—the spread of tents and the silent figures—made him call Luna from the ranger…
The Bell at Stillwater Reservoir
Luna recounts a late October night in 2017 when a woman named Margot walked into the ranger station at Stillwater Reservoir and reported a sound she had heard every night for six weeks—a bell tolling from the middle of the water, where no bell tower existed. Margot's husband had disappeared on that reservoir two years earlier, and the bell only started ringing after his body was never recovered. Luna went out with her to listen, and what they found at the center of the lake changed how Luna…
The Camera at Blue Mountain Lake
In the autumn of 2019, a retired history teacher named Elias Vane disappeared from his cabin on Blue Mountain Lake. He was a quiet man who kept to himself, known for his collection of vintage cameras and his habit of photographing the same stretch of shoreline every evening at dusk. When the sheriff's department finally entered his cabin, they found his cameras still set up on tripods, the memory cards intact. But the photographs they contained were not of Blue Mountain Lake. They were of…
The Well at Wolf Pond Clearing
In early October 2022, a retired forester named Emmett Voss went missing from his cabin near Wolf Pond, deep in the Adirondacks. Luna knew him from her time in the ranger service—a quiet man who kept meticulous journals and never left his property without a reason. When she was called to help search, she found his cabin untouched, his coffee still warm, and a single entry in his logbook dated three days after he vanished. The entry described a sound he'd been hearing at night, a hum from the…
The Door at Little Moose Lake
It's late August, 2019, and Luna is camped alone at Little Moose Lake in the western Adirondacks. A sound wakes her just past midnight — not an animal, not the wind. She follows it to a clearing she's never seen before, where a single door stands upright in the middle of the forest. No frame. No walls. Just a door. And someone is knocking from the other side. This is a story about boundaries — the ones we draw between known and unknown, and what happens when something knocks on a door that…
The Field at Seventh Lake
August on Seventh Lake in the Adirondacks. Luna meets a woman named Margo who has been walking the same dirt road between the lake and the fire tower every evening for three weeks. Not hiking. Not training. Just walking, always alone, always at dusk. Margo says she is collecting something. Luna offers to walk with her. That evening, they find the field that shouldn't be there — a perfect square of wildflowers where no field was on any map, where the soil smells of iron and the light bends…
The Bridge at Thirteenth Lake
A stalled car on a back road near Thirteenth Lake, early November. A woman named Elara steps out to check the engine. The bridge ahead sways. Someone is already there, in a long coat, waiting. What he says about the water underneath — and what she sees when she leans over the rail — follows her for the rest of her life. This is a story about the weight of a single question, the kind you shouldn't ask after dark. Luna met Elara six months later at a diner in North Creek. She told it to Luna over…
The Road at Black Bear Notch
Luna returns to a stretch of dirt road in the Adirondacks where she spent a summer as a fire lookout. The road runs between two ponds, past a collapsed barn, and through a notch that seems to hold the heat of the day long after sunset. She tells the story of the night she saw a man standing in the middle of the road, wearing a dark suit, holding a briefcase, and staring up at the sky. She tries to flag him down, but he doesn't move. When she gets closer, she sees his eyes are gone — just smooth…
The Man at the Lake at Halfmoon
Luna recounts a strange encounter at a remote lake in the Adirondacks during a late autumn survey. A man she met at the Halfmoon Beach trailhead told a story about his brother who disappeared into the woods two years ago, and the recurring sound of a distant knock on wood that has followed him ever since. As she listened, the lake behind them grew still, and the knocking began. A quiet, unsettling episode about grief, obsession, and the things that echo back. #TheAdirondackFiles #FexingoHorror…
The Child at North River Road
In the autumn of 2022, a ranger at the North River Trailhead near Indian Lake started finding small gifts placed on the dash of her truck after dark. A pinecone wrapped in twine. A smooth river stone. A bird's feather, perfectly clean. She assumed it was a camper's prank until the gifts began to match specific losses from her own life—things she had not mentioned to anyone. I drove up to sit with her for three nights, watching from the cab as the gifts kept appearing, left by a figure that…
The Photograph at Indian Head
July dusk on the Upper Ausable Lake trail. A lone hiker's camera captures something that shouldn't be there. Luna talks to the man who took the photograph, and together they go back to the place where the image was made. What they find among the pines and granite outcrops does not appear in any park service log. A story about the frames we choose to see, and the frames that choose us. #AdirondackFiles #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #IndianHead #UpperAusableLake #photograph #hiker #dusk #granite…
The Light at Chapel Pond
October 1997, a Tuesday night. Ten minutes outside Keene Valley, New York, on the stretch of Route 73 that hugs Chapel Pond. A friend of mine named Jess worked the night shift at a gas station that closed at eleven. She told me about the car that pulled in at quarter after — a woman in a blue dress, no jacket, no shoes, asking for directions to a house that had been torn down in 1962. Jess gave her directions anyway, because the woman's eyes were the color of pond ice in winter, and because she…
The Window at Baker's Clearing
In late October 1999, a retired forest ranger named Elwin Moss began calling the dispatch office every morning to report that someone was standing in the window of his cabin at Baker's Clearing — watching him from the inside while he stood outside. The cabin had been locked since his wife died in April. Luna, then a seasonal ranger, was sent out to check on him. She found a man who hadn't slept in weeks, a thermos of cold coffee, and a single set of footprints leading from the porch to the…
The Road at Black Bear Notch
October 1997, a dead-end road in the Adirondacks that doesn't appear on any map. Luna hears about a man who drove into Black Bear Notch one evening and came out three days later with no memory of where he'd been—only a strip of receipt paper in his pocket stamped with a date twenty years in the future. She goes looking for the road herself, and what she finds there rewrites what she thought she knew about time, place, and the things that wait at trail's end. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast…
The Sound at Clear Pond Outlet
In the summer of 2017, a solo camper at Clear Pond in the Adirondacks began hearing a faint rhythm across the water—steady as a heartbeat, wrong as a lullaby. What she followed was not a person, not an animal, and not a prank. The local rangers called it 'the Outlet Hum,' and they had a protocol for it. Luna pieces together the logbook entries, the phone call from a woman who wouldn't stop shaking, and the sound that keeps playing in her own head. A story about listening too closely to a place…
The Rattle at Twitchell Lake
Summer 2021. Luna hears a story from an old guide named Hollis about a sound that comes across Twitchell Lake at night — not a loon, not a motor, not wind through reeds. He says it's been there as long as anyone remembers, but no one talks about it. When Luna borrows a canoe to go listen for herself, she finds something that changes how she hears the dark: a rhythm that doesn't fade, a surface that reflects nothing, and the feeling of being counted. No neat answers. Just the rattle and the…
The Rope at Deer Pond Clearing
In July of 1997, a fire tower observer named Carl Bouchard vanished from his post on Blue Ridge. Three weeks later, a hiker found his logbook in a clearing north of Deer Pond. The last entry wasn't weather or fire—it was a sketch of a rope tied in a knot nobody could name. Luna talks to the retired ranger who kept the logbook in his desk for twenty years, and learns what happens when you pull on that knot in a dream. A story about the shape of old trails, the silence of the deep woods, and the…
The Map at Loon Lake Junction
October 1999. A ranger finds a hand-drawn map pinned to a trailhead kiosk at a remote Adirondack junction. The map leads to a place that isn't on any official survey—a clearing with a foundation and a door that seems to open onto nothing. Luna talks to the retired cartographer who drew it, and learns about a cabin that appears on different maps in different years, always in a slightly different location. The old man says it's not a place you find; it's a place that finds you. She drives out to…
The Shack at White Birch Road
Luna remembers a call that came in late October, the year the leaves stayed on the trees until November. A woman named Cora had been seeing a light in the abandoned shack on White Birch Road, the one the county said was condemned. Luna drove out expecting squatters. What she found was a place that remembered her better than she remembered it. A story about a house that never stopped waiting for you, about porches and rain and the weight of a single unshuttered window. Recorded live at the edge…
The Vanishing at Indian Carry
August 1998. Indian Carry, a dirt road off Route 30 in the Adirondacks. A man named Caleb Greer pulls off the road to check his tire and never returns. His wife reports him missing three days later. Luna, a seasonal ranger at the time, is assigned to walk the half-mile stretch between his abandoned truck and the lake. She finds his jacket folded on a boulder at the water's edge. Inside the pocket: a wet piece of paper with a name and a date from 1876. No footprints. No tire tracks leading away.…
The Cabin at Little Tupper Lake
In the summer of 2019, a forest ranger named Carver leased a remote cabin on Little Tupper Lake for a single weekend. He was a quiet man, known for his precise logs and his silence. But when he returned, his logbook was filled with entries that made no sense — references to a woman who didn't exist, meals he never cooked, and a final entry dated three days after he was found dead. I read the logbook myself, sitting in the ranger station at dusk, and I still don't know what wrote those last…
The Ferryman at Long Lake
On a gray October afternoon, Luna stops for gas at a remote station near Long Lake, New York, and meets an old man named Emmett who tells her the story of the ferryman—a figure who rows a skiff across the black water at midnight, offering passage to those who call his name. Emmett swears he saw the ferryman three nights ago, waiting with his oar dipped in the lake, and that the boat was already full. As dusk falls, Luna drives home along the shore and sees a faint lantern light moving across…
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