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  • The Babysitter Who Found the Doll on Cannery Row

    The Babysitter Who Found the Doll on Cannery Row
    Jul 17 2026
    October 1987. Luna takes a last-minute job at a house on Cannery Row in Port Orford, Oregon, a narrow street that smells of salt and dead fish even three blocks from the water. The parents are gone before she can ask about the locked basement door or the doll collection arranged on the living room mantel—porcelain faces, glass eyes, all turned to face the same corner. The girl she's watching, seven-year-old Emily, hasn't spoken since her mother left. But she writes. On the back of a coloring page, in crayon, she writes a single sentence that makes Luna check the lock on the basement door three times. And then the power goes out. A slow-burn episode about what children see when adults refuse to look, about the stories told in crayon on cheap paper, about the thing that breathes on the other side of a locked door. #TheBabysittersNotes #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #CreepyDolls #PortOrford #OregonCoast #CanneryRow #BadBabysittingJob #LockedBasement #ChildScribbles #PorcelainDolls #PowerOutage #October1987 #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #CreepyKids #LunaReads #TrueHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    9 min
  • The Babysitter Who Found the Well on Old Miner Road

    The Babysitter Who Found the Well on Old Miner Road
    Jul 16 2026
    October 1997. Luna is babysitting for the first time at the Harlan house on Old Miner Road, a gravel lane that dead-ends at the tree line. The parents leave at 8:47 PM. The girl, Emma, is six and draws well in crayon. Luna reads her a story, tucks her in by 9:15. At 10 PM, she hears a thump from the back yard. She looks out the kitchen window and sees the lid of the old well is lying on the grass. She did not hear the scrape of iron on stone. She goes outside, flashlight in hand. The well is deep—she cannot see the bottom. But she can hear someone breathing. And then a voice, a child's voice, asks if she can come out now. Luna runs inside, locks the door, and tells herself it was nothing. At 11:30, she checks on Emma. Emma is sitting up in bed, staring at the wall. She says, 'The girl in the well says you were mean.' Luna does not babysit again. But every time she passes a well, she slows down, listening for breathing. #TheBabysittersNotes #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #OldMinerRoad #TheHarlanHouse #TheWell #Emma #October1997 #WellHorror #SmallTownHorror #BabysitterHorror #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #CreepyChild #WellVoice #HorrorStory Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 min
  • The Babysitter Who Found the Piano on Beaver Creek Road

    The Babysitter Who Found the Piano on Beaver Creek Road
    Jul 15 2026
    It was the summer of 2009, on the outskirts of a town called Stillwater, Minnesota. I took a job watching a little girl named Emily at a house set way back on Beaver Creek Road — a narrow gravel lane that ended in a loop of trees and a single pale yellow farmhouse. The parents were going to a wedding in the Cities; they said they'd be back by one. Around ten, after Emily was asleep, I heard music from the basement. Not a stereo. A piano, playing itself — scales, slow and patient, as if a child was practicing. I went down to check. The piano was in a room at the bottom of the stairs, a small spinet with yellowed keys. The lid was closed. The room was empty. But the keys kept moving under the wood, pressing down in sequence, note by note. I stood there for a long time. And then I saw the photograph on the wall — a girl in a white dress, about eight years old, standing next to that same piano. Her hands were at her sides. But in the photograph, the piano lid was up. And her fingers were on the keys. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BabysittersNotes #BeaverCreekRoad #StillwaterMinnesota #HauntedPiano #Emily #Basement #Photograph #Summer2009 #GhostChild #LunaNarrates #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #TrueHorror #SmallTown #Farmhouse #CreepyPiano Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    5 min
  • The Babysitter Who Found the Photograph on Ridgewood Road

    The Babysitter Who Found the Photograph on Ridgewood Road
    Jul 14 2026
    October 2022. A quiet Tuesday night in Larkspur, Indiana, on a long gravel driveway off Ridgewood Road. The house was a split-level with a rusted mailbox shaped like a basset hound, and the kids—twins, Emmy and Owen—were asleep by nine. Easy job. The parents left a list: bedtime at eight thirty, no sweets after seven, emergency contact for the next-door neighbor, Mrs. Delgado. And one more instruction, underlined twice in blue ink: don't open the white door at the end of the upstairs hallway. I was seventeen, I'd been babysitting for four years, and I'd heard that kind of warning before. Every house has a locked closet or a crawl space, something the parents pretend is off-limits. This time it wasn't a closet. This time I found a photograph, tucked into the frame of a mirror, and I looked at it when I should have just kept sitting on the couch. The episode circles back to that image—a woman's face, her eyes the same color as the twins', smiling in a dress I'd seen hanging in a dry-cleaning bag in the master bedroom. The house felt different after midnight, and I didn't go upstairs again until the parents came home at two. But that picture, the way her smile didn't reach her eyes, stayed with me longer than anything else that night. This is a story about curiosity, and about the rooms you aren't supposed to see. #TheBabysittersNotes #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #LarkspurIndiana #RidgewoodRoad #Photograph #WhiteDoor #Twins #EmmyAndOwen #MrsDelgado #Babysitting #October2022 #SplitLevelHouse #OffLimits #Curiosity #AtmosphericHorror #SoloNarration #Luna Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 min
  • The Babysitter Who Found the Staircase on Marigold Lane

    The Babysitter Who Found the Staircase on Marigold Lane
    Jul 13 2026
    October 1999, the first cold night of autumn. Luna is sitting for the Barlow family on Marigold Lane, a quiet cul-de-sac in a small Indiana town. The parents are at a charity gala until midnight. The two children are asleep by eight. An hour later, the basement door is open. Luna knows she closed it. The stairs going down look different than she remembers — deeper, older, with wallpaper peeling in a pattern she has never seen. And there is a sound coming from the bottom. Not a child. Not a furnace. Something that breathes between the syllables of her name. This is a story about a house that remembers older tenants, and about what happens when you look down a staircase that should not exist. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BabysitterSeries #MarigoldLane #October1999 #BasementStairs #WrongHouse #Indiana #CulDeSac #SleepingChildren #TheBarlowHouse #ForgottenFloor #LunaVoice #SoloNarration #QuietDread #AtmosphericHorror #CreakingSteps #BreathInTheDark Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 min
  • The Babysitter Who Watched the Garden on River Road

    The Babysitter Who Watched the Garden on River Road
    Jul 12 2026
    Late July 1997. A babysitter in the small town of Whitmore, Indiana is hired by the Whitfield family — a job that seems easy enough: two kids, a new house on River Road, and strict instructions to never open the back door after dark. The mother's last words before leaving: 'The garden doesn't like to be watched.' What starts as a quiet night of TV and homework unravels when the youngest child asks a question about the woman in the flower beds. Luna follows the thread through a backyard that grows wrong — plants that move against the wind, a scarecrow that changes position, and a presence that waits at the glass slider. By midnight, the line between what is planted and what is buried becomes impossible to draw. A story about being seen when you thought you were the one looking. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheBabysittersNotes #WhitmoreIndiana #RiverRoad #WhitfieldHouse #TheGarden #Scarecrow #Backyard #Peonies #GlassSlider #Midnight #DoNotOpenTheDoor #LunaReads #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #ListenerSupported Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 min
  • The Babysitter Who Found the Postcard on Gulf Shores

    The Babysitter Who Found the Postcard on Gulf Shores
    Jul 11 2026
    Babysitting is supposed to be quiet evenings and sleeping children. But when Luna takes a job at the old beach house on Gulf Shores, she finds a postcard tucked behind the living room clock—a postcard that shouldn't exist, dated twenty years before the house was built. The message is short. The handwriting is familiar. And when she looks up, the child she's watching is standing at the top of the stairs, holding a crayon drawing of a boat that matches the one on the postcard exactly. Set in the off-season on the Alabama coast, this episode is a slow crawl into the kind of wrongness that doesn't shout—it just sits beside you on the sofa, waiting for you to notice. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #BabysittersNotes #GulfShores #Postcard #Alabama #OffSeason #BeachHouse #CrayonDrawing #WrongPlace #BeforeItWasBuilt #Anachronism #LunaReads #SlowBurn #AtmosphericHorror #Unsettling #SmallTown #CoastalHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 min
  • The Babysitter Who Watched the Pond on Turkey Creek Road

    The Babysitter Who Watched the Pond on Turkey Creek Road
    Jul 10 2026
    July on Turkey Creek Road, just outside of Haddonfield, Indiana. Ninety-two degrees at ten p.m., the air thick with cicadas and the smell of still water. Luna was sitting for the Corbett family — two kids, both asleep by nine — when she noticed the light at the pond house. A small boathouse at the edge of the Corbetts' pond, half-sunk into the cattails, with a single window lit. She watched it for an hour before she walked down. What she found inside wasn't a person, wasn't a animal, wasn't anything she can name. But it had been watching her too. And it had been waiting. This is a story about the space between houses, about the things that live in the shallow places, about what happens when you look back. #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #TheBabysittersNotes #HaddonfieldIndiana #TurkeyCreekRoad #PondHouse #Boathouse #Cattails #CorbettHouse #JulyNight #Cicadas #SummerHeat #Luna #SoloNarrated #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurn #DeepWater #WhatLivesInTheShallows Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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    7 min