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 Mailbox Never Closed on Foster Road

    In the autumn of 2003, Luna's friend Annie inherited her grandmother's farmhouse on Foster Road, a gravel stretch outside the town of Ellery, Missouri. The house came with a rusted mailbox bolted to a cedar post at the end of the driveway. Annie started finding letters inside—hand-addressed to her grandmother, postmarked from towns that no longer existed. The letters were dated from the 1950s, but the ink was still wet. Luna drove out to help her sort through the house, and together they watched the mailbox fill with things that could not have been mailed. This is a story about what came through the slot after midnight, and why Annie finally moved away without leaving a forwarding address.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #FosterRoad #ElleryMissouri #Mailbox #Letters #Grandmother #Annie #Autumn2003 #DeadTown #Postmark #Rust #CedarPost #Midnight #Cicadas #GravelRoad #Nowhere

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    8 min
  • The Night the Ferry Still Crossed at Pender's Reach

    In the autumn of 2019, Luna finds herself on the Pender's Reach ferry—a cable-drawn barge across a narrow tidal strait in coastal Maine. The crossing should take seven minutes. But tonight, the fog rolls in thick and the ferryman speaks in a voice that doesn't match his mouth. He tells her about a woman who jumped from the ferry in 1954, and how she still waits for the boat to reach the other side. As the minutes stretch into hours, Luna begins to notice that the fog isn't just fog—it has hands, and it knows her name. A quiet, suffocating story about grief that refuses to dock, and the places where the living and the lost share the same stretch of dark water.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #PendersReach #FerryCrossing #CoastalMaine #Fog #Ferryman #1954 #DrownedWoman #Grief #Loneliness #CableFerry #TidalStrait #Autumn #Midnight #DarkWater #GhostStory

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    9 min
  • The Night the Tracks Never Came Back to Willet

    In the winter of 1987, a freight train vanished on a clear night between Willet and the Missouri line. No wreckage, no crew, no whistle. Twenty years later, a retired railroad man named Hollis Stroud started walking the old right-of-way with a lantern. He told the dispatcher he heard it coming around the bend. Luna pieces together what the salvage crews found in the morning: a lantern still burning, boot prints that stopped mid-tie, and a single length of rail that glowed warm in the snow. A quiet, lonely episode about the things that keep running long after they're gone.

    #VanishingTrain #WilletMissouri #HollisStroud #FrozenTracks #TheWhistleInTheSnow #GhostRail #MidwestHorror #RailroadLegend #LanternLight #FootprintsInSnow #TheNightTheTracksNeverCameBack #PlagueDoctorsRound #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #AnthologyHorror #LunaReads

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    9 min
  • The Night the Clock Tower Never Struck at Blackwood

    In the autumn of 1997, Luna's cousin Elias took a job as night watchman at the old Blackwood County Courthouse. The clock tower had been silent for decades, its hands frozen at 11:37. But on his third night, Elias heard it—a single chime, deep and wrong, followed by footsteps on the stairs that led nowhere. By the time Luna arrived, the tower had started striking the hours again, each one off by a minute. Elias stopped speaking after the seventh night. Now Luna sits in the cold courtroom, listening to the gears grind overhead, waiting for the hour that never comes.

    #BlackwoodCountyCourthouse #ClockTower #Elias #NightWatchman #FrozenClock #WrongTime #FootstepsOnStairs #Autumn1997 #SilentChime #GearsGrinding #LunaCousin #ElevenThirtySeven #SmallTownHorror #AtmosphericHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthologyHorror

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    6 min
  • The Night the Books Stayed Open at the Thornhill Public Library

    In the winter of 1987, the Thornhill Public Library in rural Iowa became a place that refused to close. Not because of a stubborn librarian or a forgotten key—but because the books themselves had something to say. Luna talks to Elara, the last person to work there, who arrived one morning to find a patron reading at a table that had been empty for months. The man had no name, no record, and he never left. What he was reading, and what he wanted Elara to read, is the story she tells Luna over coffee in a diner on the edge of town. It's a story about sentences that shift when you're not looking, about a book that wrote itself deeper into the building, and about the question that keeps Elara awake: if a library outlives its readers, who does it serve? This episode is quiet, slow, and deeply unsettling in the way only a room full of waiting words can be.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #ThornhillPublicLibrary #Elara #TheBookOfWindings #IowaWinter #LibraryHorror #SentientBooks #UnfinishedStory #ReadingAlone #Candlelight #EightPM #SmallTown #Luna #PlagueDoctorsRound #AnthropologyOfFear #HauntedText #NeverClosing

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    7 min
  • The Night the Bell Kept Ringing at the Gideon County Exchange

    October 1987, a Tuesday night just after midnight. The telephone exchange in Gideon County was a squat brick building on Sycamore Street, two blocks from the abandoned First Methodist Church. Marian Frye had been the night operator for eleven years, and she knew every ring pattern on the switchboard. But when the trunk line lit up at 12:17 AM, the pattern wasn't one she recognized. The caller ID showed a number that shouldn't exist — the old three-digit exchange that had been decommissioned in 1953. And when she plugged in, the voice on the other end was a child's, reciting the same five words over and over. Marian tried to trace the call, but the tracing equipment showed the signal was originating from inside the building. From the basement stairwell that had been bricked up thirty-four years ago. This is the story of the night a switchboard operator learned that some calls don't come from anywhere on the network — they come from the space between the wires.

    #GideonCounty #TelephoneExchange #SwitchboardOperator #MarianFrye #DeadExchange #TheGideonLine #TrunkLine #MidnightCall #ChildsVoice #BrickedStairwell #Decommissioned #1953 #SmallTownHorror #PhantomCaller #PhoneHorror #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound

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

    A cold autumn night in Gideon, Nebraska, 1987. The First Methodist Church stands abandoned for twenty years, but on the last Sunday of October, someone hears the pipe organ playing at midnight. Luna's uncle, a retired deacon, goes to investigate. He finds the pews full of shadows, the hymn book open to a page he knows by heart, and a melody he recognizes from a funeral. This is a story about a building that remembers its congregation, and about the one song you should never play for a dead man who is still waiting.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #FirstMethodistGideon #PipeOrgan #Nebraska #AbandonedChurch #MidnightMusic #HymnForTheDead #UncleHenry #GideonNebraska #OrganMelody #GhostCongregation #AutumnHorror #SmallTownSecrets #NeverSingThatSong #TheOld100th #Doxology

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    9 min
  • The Night the Door Never Unlocked at the Selby Public Library

    In the autumn of 1997, a small-town librarian in Selby, Indiana, begins noticing that the library's heavy oak front door refuses to unlock some nights — even when she's inside, alone, after hours. At first it's a faulty lock, but then the pattern grows: the lights flicker at 9:47, a card catalog drawer slides open on its own, and a child's whisper asks for a book that was destroyed in a fire forty years ago. Luna tells the story of Margaret Cross, who spent three nights trapped in the building she knew best, and what she found in the basement archival room — a room that, according to the original blueprints, should not exist.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Luna #SmallTownHorror #Library #Librarian #Indiana #Autumn1997 #CardCatalog #Whisper #Basement #ArchivalRoom #Fire #LockedDoor #TheNightTheDoorNeverUnlocked #SelbyPublicLibrary #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn

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    8 min
  • The Night the Oven Stayed On at the Red Rooster Diner

    In the summer of 1987, in the small town of Edgewood, Illinois, there was a diner that never closed. Not officially. The Red Rooster Diner sat at the junction of Route 9 and County Road 14, its neon sign flickering 'OPEN' in a dead zone where no one stopped after midnight. But the ovens stayed on. The coffee stayed hot. And every night at 3:33 AM, the bell above the door rang. Luna tells the story of the night she pulled over, out of gas and out of options, and sat in a booth across from a waitress who had been working the same shift for forty-seven years—except she hadn't aged a day. The specials board still listed prices from 1958. The jukebox played songs that hadn't been recorded yet. And the pie... the pie was always warm, always fresh, and always the same impossible flavor: a taste you remembered from a dream you'd never had. A slow-burn episode about hunger, memory, and the places that feed on loneliness.

    #RedRoosterDiner #EdgewoodIllinois #Route9 #1987 #waitress #ghostdiner #pie #3am #neon #flickering #timeLoop #loneliness #smallTown #diner #midnightShift #oldHighway #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast

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    8 min
  • The Night the Ward Stayed Locked at the Mercy Falls Sanatorium

    In the winter of 1993, a traveling nurse named Cora Bellamy took a week-long assignment at the Mercy Falls Sanatorium, a tuberculosis hospital that had been closed for decades but reopened during a sudden outbreak. The building was a maze of peeling linoleum and broken windows, and the patients were kept in a locked ward on the third floor. Cora was told never to open the ward after midnight, never to look through the window in the door, and never to acknowledge the sound of a woman’s voice that called out from inside—a voice that seemed to know her name, her childhood, and the secret she had carried since she was twelve years old. This is the story of the night Cora looked, and the night the ward stayed locked not because it was meant to keep the sick inside, but because something inside was trying to get out.

    #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #PlagueDoctorsRound #MercyFallsSanatorium #LockedWard #CoraBellamy #TuberculosisHospital #Winter1993 #NurseStory #TheVoiceInTheWard #DoNotOpen #WindowInTheDoor #BedTwentySeven #OldLinoleum #BrokenWindows #WhatCallsYourName #DreadAtMidnight #SlowBurnHorror

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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.