A solo winter ascent of a remote Colorado peak. A boot half buried in the snow at twelve thousand feet. A name stitched inside. A story of a climber who went up but never came down. Luna pieces together what happened to a man she never met, alone on the mountain, drawn by a pull she cannot explain. A quiet, unsettling encounter with an absence that still lingers.

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Luna recounts a story from a winter climbing trip in the San Juans, Colorado, in February 2018. After a whiteout forces her to bivouac on a frozen creek, she finds a woman's ice axe planted in the snow with a single blue mitten tied to the shaft. The mitten leads her to a body preserved in the ice — not a climber, but someone who was never supposed to be there. The woman's notebook reveals she was running from something, and that something may have followed her into the canyon. Luna returns to the ice every year, but the body is never recovered — only the axe, still standing.

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Luna recounts a story from a sleepless night in a small Montana town called Silverton, where a plume of smoke rising from a ridge at dusk led her to an encounter with a woman who had been waiting for a message she was never meant to receive. The smoke was not a fire. It came from a chimney that should not have existed, in a cabin that appeared and disappeared with the wind. Luna sat with this woman through the night, watched her write letters to someone long gone, and listened to a story about a promise made in a blizzard. By morning, the cabin was gone, and the smoke was just fog. But Luna still has one of the letters. This episode is about the weight of waiting, the shape of grief in high places, and the things we see when we are too tired to look away.

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In the summer of 2018, Luna hiked into the Selway-Bitterroot Wilderness with a woman named Tess, a backcountry guide who knew the trails better than anyone. They planned a simple three-day loop. But on the second afternoon, Tess stopped at a barbed-wire fence that wasn't on any map. It ran straight up a ridge and disappeared into a stand of lodgepole pines. She said she had to follow it. She said she'd been dreaming about this fence for months. The sky went green. The air smelled like rust. Luna followed her into the trees. This is the story of what they found at the end of the fence. A quiet, sun-scorched horror about obsession, isolation, and the things we choose to follow even when every instinct tells us to turn back.

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November 2022. Deadman Road, a dirt track that switchbacks into the Sangre de Cristo foothills outside the town of Blanca, Colorado. Luna parks her truck at the last pullout before the Forest Service gate and hikes the final mile to an old aspen grove where a woman named Lila has been living in a wall tent since October. Lila is a fire lookout who lost her tower to a lightning strike the previous summer. She tells Luna about the trees. Not just any trees — the ones that stand in perfect circles, the ones that whisper at dusk, the ones that have been moving closer to her tent by a foot every night. Luna stays for three days. The first night, she hears the sound of splintering wood and laughter from the grove. The second night, she sees the footprints — not boot prints, not animal tracks, but the deep oval impressions of something that walks on two legs but drags its weight like a felled trunk. The third night, they both walk out together, leaving the tent and the stove and the canned goods behind. The trees have stopped. But Luna can still hear them breathing. A story about what happens when the forest decides to reclaim its silence — and what it leaves behind when you refuse to stay.

#DeadmanRoad #BlancaColorado #SangreDeCristoMountains #WallTent #FireLookout #AspenGroves #TreeCircles #FootprintsInTheSnow #ForestHorror #WhisperingTrees #MovingTrees #AlpineDread #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #LunaReads

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In the summer of 2019, Luna spent a week at the Wolf Creek Pass summit house, cataloging high-altitude plant species for a university project. The pass was quiet that August — fewer tourists, thinner air, a strange absence of birds. On the third night, she started hearing a bell from somewhere down the eastern switchbacks. Not a car bell or a cowbell — an old handbell, one clear ring every hour on the hour, always from the same direction. She tried to ignore it, then to locate it, then to forget it. But the sound kept pace with her, and on the final night, it came from inside the house. A story about altitude, isolation, and the things that ring in your ears long after you've descended.

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Luna recounts a night in late October 2022, when she took a solo snowshoe up Lost Creek Trail near Breckenridge, Colorado. She was following a set of boot prints that seemed to lead nowhere — and then kept going. By the time she caught up to the figure ahead, the snow had stopped falling and the silence was absolute. What she found at the end of the tracks was not a person, but something that had been walking on two legs for miles without leaving a single broken crust behind. An intimate, slow-burn encounter with the cold logic of the high country.

#LostCreek #Breckenridge #Colorado #Snowshoe #BootPrints #TwoLegged #NoTrack #October2022 #HighCountry #Solitude #Unease #Cold #Snowfall #NightHike #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AboveTheSnowline #LunarNarratives

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Near the old mining town of Anaconda, Montana, at the end of a dead-end county road, there's a ranger station that doesn't appear on any official map. I met a woman there last October. She had been cataloguing missing-person reports from the adjacent wilderness for twenty-seven years. Her name was Eleanor. She showed me the wall of her office—photographs, dates, last known locations, all connected by red string. She told me about the pattern she had found. A distinct contour line on the topo maps, elevation 9,200 feet, running along Bighorn Pass. Every missing person had crossed that line. She told me she had burned her copy of the map the night before she agreed to meet me. She said it was the only way to stop herself from going back up there. I asked her what she meant by 'going back.' She looked at me for a long time. Then she pulled a scrap of charred paper from her pocket. It showed one trail, hand-drawn, starting at the station and ending at a small X. She said she had no memory of drawing it. The ink was fresh.

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April 2008. A woman named Margit checks into the Broken Wheel Motel in Twin Lakes, Colorado, alone. She tells the owner she's scouting a winter ascent of Mount Elbert. But she carries no map, no ice axe, no rope. And every night she walks out onto the frozen surface of Lost Man Creek. I met her on my third night in the adjacent room. She knocked on my door at two in the morning. Her boots were wet. Her eyes were clear. She said, 'You're the only one who can see me.' I followed her to the creek. I shouldn't have. What I saw beneath the ice is something I still can't explain. The thing that lives in the deep, silent places. The thing that calls to people who are already half-gone. This is her story.

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Luna recounts the story of a woman who took a solo winter camping trip to Deadman Flat, a remote alpine basin in the Sierra Nevada. On a moonless March night, she began to see small blue lights flickering across the snowfield. At first she thought they were other campers. Then she realized they were coming from the direction of an old avalanche path that had killed a group of climbers forty years ago. The lights moved without wind, without sound, without shadows. She tried to ignore them, but they kept drawing closer. By the third night, the lights had surrounded her tent. She never learned what they were. But she learned that the dead don't always stay buried in the snow.

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