Episodes
The Bone at the Old Terlingua Store
On a dusty dusk in Terlingua, Texas, I found a woman braiding gray hair on a ghost-town porch. She was waiting for me—or for the bone she'd found behind a wall. It was carved with lines that weren't letters, and it followed her. It followed me, too. This is the story of what happens when something old and patient decides you're the one. A hushed, intimate horror about return, obsession, and a door in the desert that only opens at night. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheDevilsBackbone…
The Name at the Old Polvo Road
A dirt track south of Redford that vanishes into the desert. In the summer of '99, Luna met a woman at a gas station in Study Butte—she was old, with a rosary wound tight around her wrist, and she told a story about her daughter who disappeared on Polvo Road in 1955. Every anniversary, she drove out and called her name into the dark. One year, someone called back. Now she goes every night. When Luna drove that road herself, she found a stone with a name scratched into it—not the daughter's. Her…
The Wire at the Old Sierra Blanca Road
In the far west Texas borderlands, Luna visits a deserted chapel on a dirt road and meets an old woman who tends a strange fence. A single strand of barbed wire that hums at night, warm to the touch, and sometimes carries voices from the other side. A quiet, intimate story about a boundary between worlds and the woman who keeps it. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #DevilsBackbone #SierraBlanca #TexasBorder #Chapel #Fence #Wire #Voice #Border #PrayerLine #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #Storytelling #Luna…
The Threshold at the Old Candelaria House
In November of 1997, Luna meets a woman named Gloria at a gas station outside Marfa, Texas. Gloria tells her about the three months she spent in a small white adobe house on the road to Candelaria, a ghost town on the Rio Grande. Strange footprints appear on the porch each morning — always leading from the road to the threshold, but never away. As Gloria's fear grows, the presence at the door becomes more tangible: a dragging sound in the dark, a handprint on the blue door. Luna drives past the…
The Mirror at the Old Pinto Canyon Station
Late November, 2023. Luna stops at an abandoned gas station on Pinto Canyon Road near the border. Inside, a small mirror shows her reflection—but for a moment, it's not her. It's a woman who vanished from that station thirty-four years ago. The mirror doesn't lie. It shows what you fear most. Or maybe it shows what the woman wants you to see. Luna leaves, but the mirror follows her home. A story about what stays with you when you look too long into the dark. #TheMirrorAtTheOldPintoCanyonStation…
The Hand at the Old Langtry Well
In the tiny border town of Langtry, Texas, an old well behind the abandoned general store holds a secret that only appears at midnight. When Luna hears of a hand that reaches up from the darkness, she goes to see for herself. What she finds is not a ghost seeking help, but something that has been waiting for someone to look down. A quiet, unsettling encounter with the patience of the dead. This episode is a slow-burn meditation on touch, stillness, and the weight of being seen from below.…
The Nail at the Old Langtry Road
Luna remembers a dry October night in 2017 on a dirt road outside Langtry, Texas. A woman named Rosa stands at an abandoned gate, hammer and nail in hand. She nails something to the cedar post every night—each nail is a name, each one a child lost on the crossing. Luna stays long enough to watch the sky darken and the nails glint like stars. Rosa never looks at her. By morning the gate is empty again. This is a story about the weight of grief carried alone, and the ritual of remembrance when no…
The Wound at the Old Shafter Hospital
Luna recalls the night she spent in the abandoned hospital in Shafter, Texas, in the summer of 2004. The building had been shuttered since the 1950s, but the wound in room 217 was still fresh. A young nurse named Rosa had died there under disputed circumstances, and the hospital had been closed soon after. Luna went there to meet a woman who claimed she could hear Rosa's voice in the air conditioner vents. What she found was a sound like a wet breath, a door that closed by itself, and a story…
The Candle at the Old Comstock Chapel
Luna drives the back roads of Val Verde County and finds a tiny adobe chapel lit by a single candle. Inside, a woman waits each night with a photograph and a name—her son disappeared crossing the river a year ago. The candle never burns down. Luna stays until dawn, learning the weight of a vigil that doesn't end. A story about border grief, unanswered prayers, and the light that refuses to go out. #TheDevilsBackbone #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Comstock #TexasBorder #Chapel #Candle #Vigil…
The Light at the Old Shafter Bell Tower
Luna recounts a night in October 1998 when she drove out to the abandoned Shafter church on a dare from a man named Caleb. The bell tower was dark, but a single yellow light flickered in the top window—a light that had no reason to be on. Inside, she found a woman in a white dress, humming a hymn Luna had never heard, her hands stained with something dark. The woman wasn't real, but the mark she left on Luna's wrist was. A story about things that wait in places we think are empty, and the…
The Bell at the Old Sanderson Spur
On a dusty November night in 1987, Luna takes a wrong turn off Highway 90 near the ghost town of Sanderson, Texas, and finds a solitary bell tower standing in the middle of the desert. Inside, an old woman named Elena tends a single candle and tells her about the year the water ran dry, the year the bell rang without being touched, and the children who walked into the arroyo and never came back. When Luna asks what the bell is for, Elena gives an answer that makes the candle flicker and the air…
The Rattle at the Old Sanderson Spur
May 2023, just after midnight, on a gravel service road off Highway 90 west of Sanderson, Texas. I pulled over because my high beams caught something in the brush — a figure standing too still, one arm raised, palm open. Not a person. Not an animal. Something that had been waiting, and that wanted me to follow it down a track I had never seen before. The pickup idled. The clock on the dash flickered. And I got out. This is what happened when I followed the rattle through the barbed wire, past…
The Nail at the Old Comstock Spur
Luna walks a dry arroyo south of Comstock, Texas, on a November night, following a story about a man who found a railroad spike driven into the limestone bedrock — point-up, wrapped with a single strand of red cotton. The spike wasn't marking a grave or a fence. It was older than the railroad itself. She meets a woman named Elena who lives in a trailer with no electricity, who says the spike was placed there by her grandmother to 'hold the ground down' — because something under the ridge wants…
The Dust at the Old Sanderson Crossing
In the summer of 2017, Luna took a detour off Highway 90 near the ghost town of Sanderson, Texas, following a handwritten sign that read 'Prayers Answered Here.' She found a man named Elias tending a small shrine of packed earth and river stones at the base of an arroyo. He claimed the dust that settled there every evening at sundown carried voices—not words exactly, but the shape of words, half-formed and desperate. Luna stayed long enough to hear them herself, and what she heard has stayed…
The Cloth at the Old Sanderson Shrine
Luna returns to Sanderson, Texas, in the dry October of 2018, following a rumor about a shrine hidden in the brush near the abandoned Catholic mission. The shrine is a rusted oil drum filled with rosaries, handwritten prayers, and one white cloth embroidered with the name 'Emilia.' Luna learns from an old woman named Celia that the cloth belonged to her daughter, who vanished in 1987 after walking into the desert to pray. Celia says her daughter still visits on dry nights, and she asks Luna to…
The Tide at the Old Boquillas Crossing
This is the story of a night in June of 1987, when the Rio Grande rose without rain and a man named Mateo watched his mother walk into the river with a candle in her hands. Luna heard it from Mateo's daughter, years later, in a diner outside Boquillas. The river was low that summer — so low the rocks showed their bones — but on the night of the new moon, something pulled the water backward, upstream, against every law of gravity and memory. Mateo followed her to the crossing, where the stone…
The Flame at the Old Lajitas Cemetery
In October of 2003, Luna found a job answering phones at a funeral home in Lajitas, Texas—a dying border town where the dead outnumbered the living. One night, a woman named Rosalinda called to report a restless grave: her father, buried three days ago, was crying in the dark. Luna drove out to the old cemetery on the ridge, carrying a candle and a rosary she hadn't touched since childhood. What she found there wasn't a haunting in the usual sense—it was something older, hungrier, still…
The Wound at the Old Sanderson Hospital
Luna recounts a bitter December night in 2019 when she drove to the abandoned Sanderson Hospital, a place locals avoid after dark. She met an old nurse named Elena who still tended to a ward of ghostly patients, their wounds weeping rust-colored water. Elena spoke of a 'healing debt' that kept her bound to the building, a debt Luna herself may have inherited. The episode is a quiet, bone-chilling meditation on what we owe the dead and whether mercy can ever be paid in full. #SandersonHospital…
The Bell at the Old Dryden Church
Luna drives through a November dust storm in West Texas and stops at a boarded-up adobe church outside Dryden. Inside, the pews are empty but the bell rope still swings. A woman kneels at the altar, praying for someone who vanished thirty years ago. Luna takes the rope and pulls it once — and something pulls back. A story about bells that ring for the dead, prayers that can't be answered, and what happens when you answer a call that was never meant for you. Recorded on a border ridge at dusk…
The Nail at the Old Sanderson Spur
October 1984. Luna spends a night in a one-room adobe at the end of a dead-end road outside Sanderson, Texas, on the advice of a ranger at Big Bend. She goes looking for a story about a woman who nailed her own shadow to a wall to keep it from walking without her. What she finds is a room where the light doesn't behave — a candle that flickers sideways, a corner that stays dark even at noon, and a shadow that does not match the body that casts it. The story she hears from an old woman in a…
The Prayer at the Old Big Bend Post Office
In a forgotten border town at the edge of Big Bend, a post office with no official address delivers letters that arrive before they're written. Luna recounts the summer of 2004, when a man named Elias began receiving mail from himself—dated a week ahead. Each letter warned of a coming storm, a cracked foundation, a daughter who would not speak. He showed Luna the last one: a single sentence, in his own handwriting, telling him the exact moment the roof would collapse. She stayed with him…
The Votive at the Old Presidio Gate
On a bone-dry September night in Presidio, Texas, Luna meets a woman who has been leaving candles at an abandoned border checkpoint every dusk for nine years. The woman's story unwinds over a thermos of bitter coffee: how her husband walked through a steel door that only exists at certain phases of the moon, and how she has been trying to walk through after him. Luna helps her light the night's votive — a pale blue glass with a flame that doesn't flicker in the wind — and watches as the woman…
The Door at the Old Terlingua Trading Post
October 2023, just past midnight on a two-lane blacktop outside Terlingua, Texas. Luna's truck breaks down at a shuttered trading post that hasn't been open in years. But there's a light in the back window and a man inside who claims to remember her from before she was born. He offers her a door — not to the building, but to a version of her life she didn't choose. She drinks his bitter coffee, watches his hands never touch anything solid, and leaves with the taste of ash in her mouth. No…
The Chain at the Old Dryden Gate
In the summer of 2017, on a two-lane blacktop south of Dryden, Texas, I met a man named Emilio who was trying to fence the wind. His property sat at the mouth of a canyon where the air moved wrong — not blowing, but being pulled. He had strung a chain across a gate that no one ever used, and every morning the chain was warm to the touch. This is a story about what happens when you try to close a door that was never meant to close. It is a story about heat without a source, about the sound of…
The Tree at the Old Dryden Crossing
Luna recalls a December night in the ghost town of Dryden, Texas, where she met a woman named Clara who had been waiting since 1964 for a man who stepped through a mesquite tree and never came back. The story unfolds at a forgotten railroad crossing where the Southern Pacific line used to run—now just rusted rails and silence. Clara's weekly ritual of placing a fresh orange on a certain fence post leads Luna to witness something that unspools the border between what's remembered and what's…
The Mirror at the Old Sanderson Hotel
Luna recalls a story from a man she met at a dusty truck stop near Sanderson, Texas, one October night in 1998. He told her about a mirror in room 212 of the long-abandoned Sanderson Hotel — a mirror that didn't reflect what was in front of it. He saw something in it one night, something that had been waiting for him since childhood. She listened and watched the candle burn low, and when he finished, he left without a word. The episode is a meditation on memory, guilt, and the things we choose…
The Wound at the Old Shafter Well
Luna returns to the abandoned Shafter well in the high desert of Presidio County, where twenty years ago a boy named Emiliano watched his father descend into darkness and never come back. Now, on a moonless August night with the coyotes silent and the chapel bell ringing without a hand to pull it, Luna hears the story from the man Emiliano became—and sees the wound the well leaves on those who survive it. A slow-burn meditation on inheritance, absence, and the things that rise when the water…
The Well at the Old Shafter Well
Luna drives out to an abandoned well on a forgotten ranch in Shafter, Texas, in the middle of a drought summer. She meets an old man who tells her about a woman who came to the well every night for thirty years, lowering a bucket into dry stone. He shows her the rope — spliced a hundred times, longer than any well could be. And the thing she pulled up. Luna stays until the stars come out, listening. The story doesn't end. It just waits. #ShafterTexas #OldWell #Drought #RustyBucket #SplicedRope…
The River at the Old Laredo Ferry Landing
Luna tells the story of a night in Laredo, Texas, in late October 2022, when she crossed paths with an old man who claimed to operate a ferry that hadn't run in sixty years. He spoke of a submerged village beneath the Rio Grande, where lights still flicker under the surface and bells ring at dawn. She followed him to a sandy bank where the river seemed to hold its breath. What she saw there was not a boat, not a ghost, but something in between—a promise made before the dam was built, a debt…
The Scratch at the Old Lajitas Boarding House
In Lajitas, Texas, a boarded-up boarding house on the old river road holds a sound that won't stay behind the walls. Luna's uncle found it one November night near midnight—a scratching from inside a sealed room, high and rhythmic, like something trying to get out. He stayed three nights, and on the third, he opened a crack in the door. This episode is a quiet study of curiosity, the weight of a locked door, and the small sound that turned into something he couldn't close again. Set in a town of…
The Wound at the Old Shafter Well
In the summer of 1997, Luna's grandmother spoke of a dry well on the Shafter ranch where cattle would not drink. Sixty years earlier, a girl named Eulalia had vanished from the same stretch of dust between the chapel and the mine. Luna drives the empty highway at dusk to find the well—a ring of rusted iron in the scrub—and hears a voice from below asking her to stay. Not a ghost story with a scream. A story about waiting. About what the earth remembers when we forget. About a hand reaching up…
The Crossing at the Old Solitario Flats
Luna recounts a night in November 1989 along a forgotten stretch of Highway 90 near the Solitario Flats, where a woman named Elena learned the true cost of a shortcut through the desert. Stranded after her pickup truck died, she accepted a ride from a man whose face she never quite saw—only the shape of his hat, the smell of mesquite smoke, and the scratch of a dry voice on the radio. What followed was not a journey but a transaction, one that left Elena kneeling in the gravel with her hands…
The Light at the Old Sierra Diablo Line
Luna recounts a night drive on a forgotten stretch of Ranch Road 2810 in the Sierra Diablo range, where a distant light in the desert led her to an abandoned line shack—and a conversation with a man who had been waiting decades for someone to receive his message. Set in November 2023, just after dusk, on a road that exists on no map. A story about borders not on maps, and the promises we keep long after they should have killed us. #SierraDiablo #RanchRoad2810 #TexasBorderCountry #LineShack…
The Bell at the Old Sanderson Mission
Luna walks the dry bed of the Pecos River near Sanderson, Texas, in the summer of '99, following a story about a mission bell that rings on its own. A retired priest named Father Mateo tells her about the night he heard it ring twice: once for a dying boy, and once for something that was never a boy at all. What she finds in the bell tower is not a rope, or a clapper, or any human hand. This episode is about the weight of unanswered prayers, and the sound they leave behind when they are…
The Dust at the Old Marfa Gas Station
Luna tells the story of a man she met at a gas station just outside Marfa, Texas, in the summer of 2018. He was waiting for a bus that never came, but that's not what made her remember him. It was the way he talked about the dust — how it followed him from the desert, how it settled in his lungs, how it whispered. She thought he was just another lost traveler, until she saw what the dust had left behind in the men's room. A quiet, lingering encounter about what we carry with us from places we…
The Window at the Old Langtry Hotel
In the summer of 2006, Luna spent a week at the Langtry Hotel, a crumbling adobe inn on the Texas border near the Pecos River. She was there to transcribe a collection of letters found in the hotel's attic — correspondence between a woman named Elena Rivas and her husband, who disappeared in 1916. The letters were mundane at first: grocery lists, complaints about the heat, a mention of a blue door. But on the third night, Luna noticed a window on the second floor that wasn't there before — a…
The Line at the Old Sanderson Cross
Luna drives the empty stretch of US 90 west of Sanderson on a humid October night, following a tip about a cross that marks something more than a roadside memorial. She meets an old woman named Dolores who waits at the cross every night, reading names from a list she never explains. The road hums. The wind carries voices that aren't the wind. And the line between the living and the dead feels thinner than a prayer. A slow-burn encounter with grief, forgetting, and the weight of names that won't…
The Hinge at the Old Terlingua Gate
Luna returns to a story she heard years ago, in a dusty cantina just north of Terlingua, from a man who swore he'd never go back to the old gate on the abandoned ranch road. He told her about the night he found the hinge still warm, about the woman who came through it, and about the thing that followed her. It's a story about borders and crossings, about the ones who get through and the ones who get stuck. Set in the liminal country of the Big Bend, in the hour when the last light dies and the…
The Road at the Old Boquillas Canyon
Luna tells the story of a stretch of road along the Rio Grande where headlights don't work and the radio plays old Spanish lullabies. She met a woman named Esperanza who walks the road every night, searching for a child that was never born. A quiet, unsettled encounter with a grief that refuses to end. #BoquillasCanyon #Esperanza #RioGrande #TexasBorder #phantomchild #lullaby #nightwalking #vanishingroad #grief #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #Luna #TheDevilsBackbone #BorderCountry…
The Fence at the Old Cotulla Line
In the summer of 2019, a rancher named Emilio Vargas found a stretch of barbed wire fence near Cotulla, Texas, that seemed to be moving. Each night, the posts shifted a few inches westward. The local sheriff dismissed it as kids playing tricks, but Emilio knew better—the fence was part of an old property line that had been drawn in blood a century ago. When he dug beneath the most restless post, he found a hand. Still wearing a wedding ring. Still warm. The hand led to a body, and the body led…
The Hinge at the Old Terlingua Gate
In the red-dust heat of a Terlingua October, Luna meets a woman named Antonia who tends a gate that should not exist. A rusted hinge. A lock that opens for no key. Every night, Antonia sits on a folding chair by the fence line, waiting for something that she says will come through at the right time. She speaks of a promise made by her grandmother, a promise that keeps the gate closed. But the gate groans in the wind, and the lock clicks without a hand. Luna stays until the stars wheel…
The Crossing at the Old Fabens Handcar
October 1998, just south of Fabens, Texas. A woman steps off a southbound bus at a crossing that doesn't exist on any map. She carries a leather grip and a name that isn't hers. She's been sent to retrieve something from a man who died three weeks ago, at a house that has no door. The handcar—a rusted pump cart abandoned on a spur line—is the only way in. But the tracks don't go where the rails lead. They go deeper. And what finds her on the return trip is not looking for a passenger. It's…
The Steps at the Old Pilgrim Staircase
In the summer of 2017, Luna found herself at the base of the Old Pilgrim Staircase outside the ghost town of Boquillas, Texas. A stone stairway built into the cliff face, said to lead to a chapel that was never finished. She met a woman named Dolores who comes every night to count the steps, because the number changes. Dolores told her about the pilgrims who disappear on the ascent, and the one who came back down with a different face. Luna climbed that night, and she counted. This is what she…
The Watch at the Old Boquillas Crossing
Luna recounts a night in late October, 2019, at the old Boquillas crossing on the Rio Grande. She met a woman named Elena who had been waiting there every night for a year, holding a child's shoe. Elena's story—about the day her daughter vanished into the river, and the figure she sees on the Mexican bank every night since—unravels Luna's understanding of borders, grief, and the things that refuse to stay on one side. The candle in Luna's jar gutters as Elena points across the water. 'She's…
The Dry Well at the Old Zapata Pump Station
Luna pulls over at a decommissioned pump station outside Zapata, Texas, on a September night in 2019. The moon is nearly full, the air is heavy with the smell of creosote and dry earth. She finds a notebook wedged behind a loose fuse panel — a record of someone who lived in the station's back room for months, counting the days until something below the well stopped breathing. The last entry is dated three weeks before Luna's arrival. The pump house door is still unlocked. The well cover is…
The Door at the Old Presidio Chapel
Luna visits an abandoned chapel in Presidio, Texas, where she meets an old woman who tends a door that should not exist. The woman speaks of someone lost in 1916 and a door that only opens when someone on the other side needs to come through. Luna stays through dusk, listening to a story that makes her certain she will never look at a closed door the same way again. A slow-burn episode about waiting, about the thin wall between now and then, and about the sound of a lock turning when no one is…
The Station at the Old Burro Siding
February on a freight line that runs through nothing. Luna stopped at an abandoned whistle-stop in the ghost town of Burro Siding, New Mexico, at three in the morning. She was following a story about a brakeman who disappeared from that spot in 1947. The station agent she found there was still waiting—not for a train, but for something that had already passed through. A low, intimate story about geometry, time, and the things that get mislaid along the way. Luna breaks her own candle jar…
The Chain at the Old Eagle Pass Bridge
Eagle Pass, Texas, late October. A bridge across the Rio Grande that should have been closed for decades. Luna meets an old man named Ramiro who crosses it every night with a lantern and a length of chain. He tells her about the trade he made—not with a person, but with something that waits on the Mexican side, something that stepped out of the river fog one night in 1987. The bridge has its own arithmetic, he says. A life for a crossing. But the debt has grown, and now the thing on the other…
The Lock at the Old Cuervo Post Office
Luna tells the story of a February night in 2017 when she stopped at the abandoned post office outside Cuervo, New Mexico. A woman named Helena was waiting inside by candlelight, sorting letters that had never been delivered. She asked Luna to help her carry a sack of mail to a truck that hadn't run in thirty years. The road was empty. The sky was clear. And the letters weren't addressed to anyone living. #TheDevilsBackbone #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #NewMexico #Cuervo #AbandonedPostOffice…
The Crossing at the Old Quarantine Station
It's 1987, late November, just south of Sierra Blanca. Luna meets an old man named Eulalio who has kept vigil for thirty years at an abandoned quarantine station on the border. He watches for lights that cross the river but never reach the other side. He tells her about the night he saw his own wife among them, and about the small bell he rings at midnight. The wind carries the sound across the empty plain, and Luna stays until morning, listening. #TheDevilsBackbone #FexingoHorror…
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