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In the summer of 2019, I was a night clerk at the Highway 12 Motel outside Lost Springs, Wisconsin. Between midnight and dawn, nothing moved except the cicadas and the occasional semi. But in late July, a child started crying from the vending machine alcove. Always at 2:17 AM. Always the same pattern: three short sobs, then a single word. I checked the security footage. The alcove was empty. The machine was unplugged. This is what happened when I finally opened the coin return.
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By FexingoIn the summer of 2019, I was a night clerk at the Highway 12 Motel outside Lost Springs, Wisconsin. Between midnight and dawn, nothing moved except the cicadas and the occasional semi. But in late July, a child started crying from the vending machine alcove. Always at 2:17 AM. Always the same pattern: three short sobs, then a single word. I checked the security footage. The alcove was empty. The machine was unplugged. This is what happened when I finally opened the coin return.
#LostSprings #Highway12Motel #LakeTomahawk #VendingMachine #CoinReturn #NightShift #CryingChild #217AM #WisconsinSummer #SmallTown #Motel #SecurityCamera #EmptyCrib #StaticLullaby #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #Anthology #AtmosphericHorror #RadioHorror #NurseryNocturne
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