Game Trail — Fexingo Horror

Game Trail — Fexingo Horror

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Game Trail — Fexingo Horror episodes

  • The Track at the Edge of Dead Man's Run

    February 17th, just before dawn. I was tracking a buck along Dead Man's Run when I found a blood trail that belonged to no animal I'd ever seen. It led me up the ridge to a hunting stand where the snow had been disturbed by something dragging itself away. The man inside was still alive, but he couldn't tell me what had taken his leg—only that it had been watching the stand for three days, waiting for him to come down. I followed the drag marks to the edge of a ravine, and that's where the tracks stopped being anything I could explain. This is what I saw. This is what I found when I lifted the lantern.

    #GameTrail #TheTrackEdgeDeadMansRun #DeerHunt #BloodTrail #Snow #DeadMansRunCA #HuntingStand #SomethingInTheSnow #LegNotFound #DragMarks #ThreeDaysWaiting #Ravine #LanternLight #SierraNevada #NoExplanation #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #AnthologyHorror

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    9 min
  • The Trail at the Edge of the Ash Fork Grade

    Late November on the Ash Fork Grade. First snow. Luna follows a blood trail from a wounded buck deep into the timber—only the blood doesn't freeze, the deer are stacked in a circle, and a hare speaks with a human voice. A quiet, wintry encounter about what happens when you follow something that doesn't want to be found. No gore. Just snow, silence, and a single drop of blood on your truck door.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #AshForkGrade #Montana #Hunting #BloodTrail #Snow #Hare #DeerCarcass #SoloNarration #Luna #HushedDread #Encounter #Forest #Winter #CabinNot #Truck

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    8 min
  • The Cairn at the Edge of Snowy Ridge

    Deep in the Carson National Forest, just off the Snowy Ridge trail, a hunter finds a blood trail that doesn't belong to any animal she knows. It leads to a cairn made of river stones, stacked overnight in a place she's walked a hundred times. Inside the cairn, something breathes. Something whispers her name. Luna recounts the night the forest marked her—and the single stone that appeared on her doorstep the next morning. No blood. No footprints. Just the weight of being remembered. A quiet, haunting story about the places we think we know and the things that leave their own kind of trail.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #Cairn #SnowyRidge #BloodTrail #Hunter #CarsonNationalForest #Whispers #ForestHorror #SoloNarrated #FictionalStory #Unsettling #Atmospheric #DeepSnow #Marked #Stone #Surveillance

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    6 min
  • The Shot at the Edge of Blacktail Ridge

    First light on Blacktail Ridge, Montana, November 2023. Luna follows a blood trail into the trees, expecting a wounded deer. Instead she finds an abandoned camp, a tape recorder, and a hunter's final journal entry about a buck that wouldn't fall. The snow holds tracks that go in impossible circles. By the time she understands what she's listening to, something is already outside the tent, and the tracks in front of her have changed. A story about obsession, the wrong kind of patience, and the thing that waits at the end of a perfect shot.

    #GameTrail #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BlacktailRidge #TheShot #HuntingHorror #Montana #Deer #BloodTrail #TapeRecorder #Obsession #Snow #Unnatural #Eyes #CircularTracks #Luna #Winter #Atmospheric

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    7 min
  • The Echo at the Edge of Broken Ridge

    Late October, before first light, on Broken Ridge in Montana. I was tracking a buck when I heard a man calling for help—faint, human, insistent. It moved through the trees like it was just ahead, but never closer. I followed the sound to an old logging road, found a pair of boots with no one inside, then a figure seated against a dead pine. He was wearing camo, looked like he'd been there for hours. His eyes were wrong: too wide, not tracking. When I touched his arm, it was cold, stiff. He'd been dead long enough for the coroner to put a season on it. But his mouth kept moving, and the same word kept coming out. I left him there, ran all the way back to my truck. Now, months later, I still hear it—echoing inside the quiet. This is not a ghost story. It's something else. Something that waits in the space between your last breath and the next one calling for help.

    #GameTrail #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BrokenRidge #Montana #Hunter #Echo #Help #LoggingRoad #DeadButSpeaking #WrongEyes #LateOctober #PreDawn #TrackingBuck #SoloNarrative #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Unsettling

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    6 min
  • The Skull at the Edge of Mossy Creek Road

    First light on Mossy Creek Road, and a blood trail pulls Luna off the path. It leads to a cabin where an old trapper named Grady cradles something he never meant to catch—a human skull fused with antlers, the bone smooth and seamless. He says it whispered his name. He says it was already in the trap when he checked it at dawn. Luna helps him stanch the wound on his arm, but the blood on the skull is still warm, and the tracks outside the cabin only go in one direction. A story about what waits in a trapline, what grows where it shouldn't, and the kind of quiet that makes you afraid to look back. Set in the autumn of 2018, in the hollows of the Ozarks.

    #MossyCreekRoad #Skull #Antlers #Trapper #GameTrail #Luna #HorrorStory #Podcast #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BloodTrail #Cabin #Grady #Cryptid #Unsettling #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #Anthology

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    5 min
  • The Bed at the Edge of Hacker Valley

    West Virginia, November 2002. A woman hears a sound from her dead husband's bed every night at 3:33 AM. Not a ghost—something that wears the shape of absence. Luna pieces together what crawled out of the man's last dream and into the guest room mattress. A story about grief that hollows a space, and the thing that moves into the hollow. Recorded at the edge of Hacker Valley, where the gravel roads end and the dark begins.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #HackerValley #WestVirginia #Luna #GriefHorror #Bed #33AM #Ritual #Appalachia #GuestRoom #Dreams #Sleep #Absence #CottonSheets #Dust #Loneliness

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    8 min
  • The Mud at the Edge of Packsaddle Grade

    October 2023. A solo deer hunt on Packsaddle Grade, a gravel road that dead-ends in the Owyhee Mountains, goes wrong when Luna finds a human handprint in the mud beside a creek — fingers splayed, pressed deep, as if someone had been trying to drag themselves out of the water. The print is fresh. It leads upstream, then vanishes at a pool that shouldn't be there. A man in a canvas coat appears at dusk, standing on the opposite bank, and asks for a light. His voice is dry, like paper. She gives him her Zippo. He cups the flame in both hands — hands that have no fingerprints — and when the fire catches, she sees there is no creek behind him anymore. Just mud. Wide and flat and breathing.

    #PacksaddleGrade #OwyheeMountains #Idaho #MudHandprint #CreekVanished #ManWithNoFingerprints #CanvasCoat #Zippo #OctoberHunt #BurningCoal #PoolThatShouldntBeThere #MudWithoutWater #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #SoloHunter #DeepMud #BreathingEarth

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    7 min
  • The Den at the Edge of the Putah Creek Sink

    December 2022. Luna is called to a property outside Winters, California, where a woman named Cora Voss has been hearing something under her house every night for three weeks. The sound isn't scratching or gnawing — it's counting. A voice, low and patient, reciting numbers through the crawlspace grate. Luna brings a flashlight and a recorder, but what she finds under the house isn't an animal or a person. It's a hollow — a perfect sphere carved into the earth — and inside it, a stack of small bones arranged in sequences. The counting doesn't stop when the grate is lifted. It gets louder. Luna's story is about what you do when something under your home has been waiting for you to understand what it's saying, and you're not sure you want to.

    #PutahCreek #CoraVoss #WintersCalifornia #crawlspace #counting #theDen #boneSequences #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail #Luna #solonarrated #hollowEarth #listenerSupported #adfree #californiaValley #nightSounds #whatLivesBelow

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    7 min
  • The Wait at the Edge of the Tule River Bridge

    December 1997, near the Tule River Bridge just outside Porterville, California. Luna is nineteen, hunting alone for the first time since her father died. She follows a blood trail into a dry riverbed and finds a man named Emmett, who has been waiting thirty-five years for a deer that is no longer just a deer. What he tells her under the bridge will change how she reads the woods forever. No monsters. No gore. Just the slow, patient understanding that some game is only ever allowed to leave on purpose.

    #TuleRiverBridge #Porterville #EmmettHayes #1997 #December #FirstHunt #Deer #BloodTrail #Waiting #DryCreek #Rifle #Patience #Legacy #Father #Grief #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #GameTrail

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    7 min

About Game Trail — Fexingo Horror

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Game Trail is an anthology horror podcast set in the deep woods of the American Northeast, where the quiet of snowfall masks something far less natural. Each episode follows a different person—hunter, hiker, logger, lost child—who steps off the marked path and into a territory where the rules of the world shift. These are stories of cold dread, of tracks that double back on themselves, of things that watch from the treeline and never blink. Luna guides you through these isolated encounters with a steady, low voice, like a campfire tale told by someone who has seen the woods at night and knows better than to run. Every tale is complete; you can start anywhere, but you'll want to hear them all. The blood trail leads somewhere, and not all who follow it come back.