Plague Doctor's Round — Fexingo Horror

Plague Doctor's Round — Fexingo Horror

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Plague Doctor's Round — Fexingo Horror episodes

  • The Night the Keys Kept Striking at the Gazette

    In the dead of a December winter solstice, Luna's friend Sarah—a journalist for the Pineview Gazette—stays late to finish an article on the town's forgotten tragedies. The old Underwood typewriter in the corner, untouched for years, begins clacking on its own. Sarah finds it typing a story from 1954: a fire that killed the editor. Then the keys spell out her own name. She flees, leaving the machine still going. The next morning the Gazette burns down. Firefighters find the typewriter in the ashes, untouched, with a single page rolled in: a blank space where the last line should be. No one ever explains it. Luna tells this story in a hushed, exhausted voice, as if the keys are still striking somewhere, waiting.

    #PlagueDoctorsRound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #PineviewGazette #Typewriter #SmallTownHorror #GhostStory #WinterSolstice #December #Journalism #HistoricalHorror #Unresolved #Atmospheric #SlowBurn #SoloNarration #LunaVoice #VengefulSpirit

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    7 min
  • The Night the Paint Never Dried at the Whitney House

    October 1998. An abandoned Victorian on Mulberry Lane. Inside, a painting of a woman with wet paint — untouched since the artist died at his easel twenty years ago. Luna visits the Whitney House one autumn evening and finds the canvas still damp, the brush still resting in the tray. A caretaker tells her William Whitney never finished the portrait, but the painting keeps changing. By the time she tries to leave, the woman in the portrait has moved. The door is jammed. And her own handprint appears on the inside of the window. A quiet, creeping story about obsession, unfinished work, and the thing that stays wet long after the artist is gone.

    #WhitneyHouse #MulberryLane #AutumnHorror #WetPaint #ThePortrait #SmallTownStories #AbandonedVictorian #Caretaker #1980s #OilPainting #Obsession #SomethingWatching #UnfinishedWork #DoorWontOpen #Handprint #LunaStorytelling #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast

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    8 min
  • The Night the Projector Kept Running at the Rialto Theater

    In the abandoned Rialto Theater in Morrowville, West Virginia, a projector that hasn't run since 1957 flickers to life on a cold October night. Luna visits after hearing rumors, and finds an empty screen showing a single static image—the interior of the projection booth. But when she turns to leave, the image shifts, revealing a door that shouldn't be there, and a figure standing just out of focus. A story about old film, unspooling time, and the things that watch from the flickering dark.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #RialtoTheater #Morrowville #Projector #FilmReel #StaticImage #Booth #OctoberNight #AbandonedTheater #LiveFeed #UnseenWatcher #OldFilm #FlickeringLight #DoorInTheDark #AnalogHorror #SmallTown

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    6 min
  • The Night the Echo Changed at the Mad River Covered Bridge

    Luna recalls an autumn night in Weston, Vermont, when she stopped at the old Mad River Covered Bridge. An elderly man warned her not to speak into the bridge after midnight, but curiosity led her to test his words. The echo that returned was not her own—it twisted her phrases into painful truths, revealing secrets she had buried deep. As the bridge hummed with a life of its own, Luna found herself confronted by memories of her mother and a guilt she had carried for years. The old man watched from the bank, and the bridge seemed to know her better than she knew herself. This is a story about the things we leave unsaid and the places that refuse to let them go. Luna's hushed, intimate narration draws you into a quiet terror that lingers long after the story ends.

    #PlagueDoctorsRound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #CoveredBridge #Echo #MadRiver #Vermont #AutumnHorror #LunaStories #TollBridge #SoloNarration #GothicAtmosphere #PsychologicalHorror #OldMan #SilentWater #MidnightEncounter #HauntedStructures #SmallTownSecrets

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    7 min
  • The Night the Sexton Never Came Back at All Saints Cemetery

    It was the first week of November, 1989, in the village of Mill Hollow, New York. Luna hears a story from a man named Everett Crowe, the last groundskeeper at All Saints Cemetery, who stayed late one evening in late October and never left the grounds. The cemetery sexton, a quiet man named Arthur Pender, had a routine: lock the gates at dusk, walk the paths, and go home. But on the night of October 31st, a woman in black was seen kneeling at a grave that didn't exist on any map. The sexton went to speak to her, and the gate never closed. The caretaker's cottage light stayed on. And in the weeks that followed, anyone who walked near the old section heard a shovel hitting earth, long after dark. This episode is a slow meditation on duty, memory, and a hole in the ground that should never have been dug. Luna tells it with the weight of a secret passed hand-to-hand, like a pebble dropped into still water.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AllSaintsCemetery #MillHollow #ArthurPender #EverettCrowe #Sexton #Graveyard #November #1989 #WomanInBlack #UnmarkedGrave #Duty #Haunting #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #SoloNarrated

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    7 min
  • The Night the Lighthouse Never Went Dark at Cape Prosper

    October 1987, Cape Prosper, Maine. A stubborn fog rolled in on a Tuesday and never lifted. Five days in, the lighthouse keeper's wife started leaving food on the porch. By the seventh night, the light was still burning at noon. Luna heard about it from a retired coast guard officer who drove down to check on the keeper and found the door open, a single chair facing the sea, and a logbook with entries written in someone else's hand. This is a story about duty, loneliness, and what answers the door when you stop knocking. No ghosts. No monsters. Just a light that refused to go out, and the people who couldn't look away.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LunaReads #CapeProsper #Maine #Lighthouse #October #1987 #Fog #LighthouseKeeper #Isolation #Dread #Atmospheric #QuietHorror #Sea #Logbook #BuyMeACoffee #ListenerSupported

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    9 min
  • The Night the Water Rose in the Baptistry at Red Cedar

    In the late autumn of 1983, a traveling revival preacher set up his tent outside Red Cedar, a town too small for its own name. He claimed he could heal the dying with a single touch, but only if they came to him at midnight, stripped of their possessions, and knelt in a shallow metal basin filled with water from the creek. By the third night, the water in that basin had turned the color of rust, and the people who knelt in it stopped leaving. Luna tells the story of what she found when she followed the sound of singing to the tent on the fourth night—and why she still dreams of the wet heat of that place, the way the canvas walls breathed in and out like a lung, and the soft wet sound of something heavy being dragged across the dirt floor after the singing stopped.

    #RedCedar #RevivalTent #HealingWater #FalseProphet #RustColoredWater #MidnightService #Luna #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #SmallTownHorror #Autumn1983 #Baptistry #CanvasTent #CreekWater #SilentCongregation #SouthernGothic #AtmosphericHorror

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    9 min
  • The Night the Organ Played at the First Methodist Church of Gilead

    In the autumn of 1987, Luna's aunt Sarah took a temporary organist position at the First Methodist Church of Gilead, Nebraska—a small congregation that hadn't had a regular musician in years. The job was simple: play hymns for Sunday service and Wednesday choir practice. But the church had a rule no one mentioned until her third week: the sanctuary doors must be locked by nine each night, and no one—absolutely no one—stays after dark. Sarah thought it was just small-town superstition. Then she started hearing the organ play at midnight. Not recordings. Not wind through the pipes. Someone playing. Something playing. And when she finally opened the door to the sanctuary to see who—or what—was at the keys, she found sheet music in a hand she didn't recognize, chords that had no key, and a melody that her hands remembered but her ears had never heard. Luna recounts what her aunt told her, piece by piece, until the story ends where it must: with Sarah at the organ, playing a song she never learned.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #FirstMethodistChurchOfGilead #Organ #SmallTownHorror #Nebraska #1987 #Midnight #ChurchHorror #AuntSarah #HauntedInstrument #UnplayedMelody #Luna #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #Gilead #Autumn

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    9 min
  • The Night the Cradle Rocked at the Harlow House

    In the winter of 1987, on a frozen back road outside the town of Gideon, there was a yellow farmhouse where a child's cradle rocked itself every night for three weeks after the family had moved out. Luna's grandmother knew the woman who lived there—a quiet schoolteacher named Martha Harlow who had lost her infant son to fever the previous spring. Martha stopped coming to town after that, and by December the house sat empty, but the mailman reported seeing a light in the nursery window. Luna went to the house herself on the night before Christmas Eve, carrying a lantern and a notebook, because some stories need a witness. What she found was not a ghost, not a haunting, not a thing that could be explained by drafts or floor settling. It was something that remembered the shape of a child, and it was still waiting.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #TheNightSeries #Gideon #HarlowHouse #EmptyCradle #InfantLoss #WinterHorror #SmallTownMystery #Unresolved #Atmospheric #Gaslight #LanternLight #RockingChair #FootprintsInSnow #WindowGlow #ListenerSupport

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    9 min
  • The Night the Phone Rang at the Mercy Falls Switchboard

    December 1987. Mercy Falls, population 412. A town so small the telephone switchboard is the only lifeline to the outside world. Luna's cousin Eleanor worked the overnight shift, alone in a room full of blinking lights, patching through calls from farmers, truckers, and the occasional wrong number. But in the third week of December, the wrong numbers started to sound like someone trying to get home. The same woman's voice, asking for a house that burned down in 1961. Then the calls started coming from inside the switchboard itself. Luna tells the story of the night the lines stayed open between the living and the dead, and what happened when Eleanor finally answered the call that wasn't meant for her. This episode is a slow-burn supernatural mystery, rooted in the lonely geography of a dying town and the strange mercy of a voice you cannot trace.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #MercyFalls #Switchboard #PhoneCall #December1987 #WrongNumber #DeadWoman #SmallTownHorror #WinterHorror #LunaNarrates #PlagueDoctorsRound #TheCallIsComingFromInside #BurntHouse #Eleanor #Unanswered #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn

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    8 min

About Plague Doctor's Round — Fexingo Horror

From the publisher's feed

In a time of pestilence and shadow, Luna dons the long cloak of a plague doctor and recounts tales from the margins of history — where the black death was not the only visitor. Each episode of this anthology is a self-contained story drawn from whispered accounts of apothecaries, graveyard shift priests, and those who tended the sick in cities sealed by quarantine. Here, the plague mask is not just protection; it is a doorway. Listen as Luna speaks of physicians who found their patients already dead — and still breathing, of locked wards where the air itself turned to rot and rage, of remedies written in blood on parchment made from human skin. These are not the sanitized accounts of textbooks; these are the confessions of those who walked among the dying and saw something worse follow. The stories are linked by a single thread: the plague doctor's round is never just a medical call — it is a reckoning. Each tale ends before the dawn, leaving you alone in the dark with the rattle of a mask and the memory of what was found in the sickroom's farthest corner. Luna's voice is your only lantern. Do not let it go out.