Streetlight Burials — Fexingo Horror

On a humid August night in 2019, Luna met a woman named Claire standing under a dead streetlight on Mulberry Road, just outside the old textile mill in Port Henry, New York. Claire was clutching a length of frayed hemp rope she'd found coiled at the base of the pole, and she asked Luna if she knew what it meant — because this was the third time she'd found something there: a shoe, a key, and now t...

October 1998. Cinder Lane, a gravel road on the edge of Pelham, Ohio, where the last streetlight flickers before the tree line. I met a woman named Margot who had been digging by that light every night for three weeks. She said she was looking for a wall—one she had seen in a dream, buried under the asphalt. The wall was exactly where she said it would be. But the wall was not the end. Behind it,...

On a humid August night in 1997, Luna's friend Marlene took a shortcut through the alley behind Chestnut Avenue and found a small brass bell half-buried in the dirt beneath a flickering streetlight. It was old, tarnished, and engraved with a single name: 'Eliza'. Marlene brought it home, and that's when the ringing started — not from the bell itself, but from somewhere inside the walls, from the a...

It was November of 2009 when my neighbor, a quiet man named Arthur Pines, found a spiral notebook under the streetlight on Hickory Lane. The pages were filled with someone else's memories — names of people he didn't know, dates that hadn't happened yet, and a final entry describing his own death in unsettling detail. At first, Arthur tried to ignore it. He left the notebook on the curb. But the ne...

On a humid August night in 2019, Luna's friend Mara discovered an old transistor radio under the flickering streetlight on Ridge Road in Dunmore, Pennsylvania. The radio only received one station — a voice that seemed to know things it shouldn't. At first it whispered forgotten childhood memories, then secrets Mara had never told anyone, then warnings about the future. When the voice started speak...

On a humid September night in 1997, Ethan Garson found a small brass bell buried in the dirt under the flickering streetlight at the end of Sycamore Drive. It rang once, a clear single note, and then everything changed. At first, he thought it was a prank — a kid's toy left behind. But when he brought it home, the bell kept ringing at odd hours, even when he locked it in a drawer. Then the calls s...

On a cold November night in 1998, Luna's friend Margaret took a shortcut down Juniper Road in the town of Ashburn, Vermont. The streetlight at the dead end flickered over a patch of dirt that seemed to have been disturbed recently. She knelt and brushed away the cold soil, revealing a small human finger bone. But what she found next was not a crime scene — it was a message, left for her specifical...

October 1987, in the small town of Millbrook, New York. A woman named Ellen discovers a rusted key beneath a flickering streetlight on Mercer Street, right outside the old Woolworth building. She keeps it, and soon she's drawn to a door in her own basement she never noticed before—a door that fits the key exactly. What she finds behind it is a room that mirrors her own childhood bedroom, but disto...

August 1992, Hemlock Road, a dead-end stretch in the town of Millbrook, New York. A man named Carl Oberman finds a cassette tape half-buried under a flickering streetlight. The tape contains a single voice—his own—recorded two days before he found it, but recorded in a room he has never been in, describing details he could not have known. Luna unravels the story of Carl's three-day spiral as he re...

October 2021. A delivery driver named Ellis pulls over on Dogwood Lane in the town of Stillwater, Vermont, because his GPS glitches and the road ahead looks wrong. He finds a hand-drawn map wedged under a loose cobblestone at the base of a flickering streetlight. The map shows a neighborhood that doesn't exist — a circle of identical houses with no streets leading out. He follows it anyway, becaus...

November 2021, just outside of Elmsford, Illinois. A man named Leo pulls off Route 47 after his headlights catch something wedged in the base of an old streetlight on Orchard Road. It's a photograph—a Polaroid of a woman he doesn't recognize, standing in the same spot, under the same light, but the road behind her is paved with dirt and the date printed on the bottom reads 1973. Leo takes it home,...

Grove Falls, Oregon. November 1998. A man named Elliot Roarke walks home late from the Blue Moon Tavern and finds a brass compass lying under the streetlight at the corner of Fernwood Lane and Birch Street. It's not his. It's not even functional — the needle spins in slow circles, never settling. He brings it home. He puts it on the nightstand. And then, at three in the morning, he hears it tickin...

November 2021, Balsam Road, a dead-end street in the town of Redvine, California. A man named Elliot Parnell finds a length of red string tied around the base of a streetlight. He pulls it, and the string leads him into the dark — not along the road, but into the field behind it. What he finds at the other end is a circle of stones, a rusted can, and a name scratched into a piece of slate. This ep...

October 2021. Locust Lane, a dead-end road on the outskirts of a town called Harwood, Pennsylvania. Luna's cousin’s daughter, Emma, was twelve that fall. She started coming home with stories about a girl who lived under the streetlight at the end of the lane. A girl who looked exactly like her. Same clothes, same backpack, same crooked part in her hair. Emma said the girl would wave. She said the...

A November evening in 1997 on a dead-end road in Pullman, Illinois. A man named Derek pulls his truck over after spotting a glint beneath a flickering streetlight. He finds a single brass key on a rusted ring. That night, he starts trying doors. Not houses — but things that shouldn't have locks: a storm drain grate, a tree knot, the back of a street sign. Each keyhole fits. Each turns. Each leads...

Luna recalls a December night on Frost Lane in the small town of Ashford, where a man named Elias discovered a single word carved into the base of a streetlight. The word was 'remember.' He thought it was graffiti, but then he found another word on the next light, and another, leading him toward a house he had never seen before. The story unfolds through the fragments of memory the words stir up—h...

October 2019, Mill Creek Road, outside the old grist mill in East Liberty, Ohio. A man named Derek pulls over because his headlights catch something glinting in the gutter—a coin, but not like any he's seen. It's heavy, warm, and etched with a date he doesn't recognize. He picks it up, and within a week, he starts remembering things that never happened. A childhood fire. A sister he never had. A w...

November 2021, Mulberry Road, a dead-end street on the outskirts of Elmsford, New York. A man named Alex pulls over at 2:47 AM to check a noise under his hood and notices a figure standing under the next streetlight. He doesn't think much of it until the same figure appears under the next light, then the next, always in the same pose, the same distance. He starts driving, and every light he passes...

It's autumn 2023 on Briar Creek Road, a gravel lane that dead-ends at a washed-out bridge. There's a single streetlight at the bend, and under it, a man named Arthur keeps finding letters—handwritten, sealed, addressed to a woman he's never heard of. At first they seem ordinary, even boring: updates about the weather, complaints about the price of milk, a recipe for blackberry jam. But the dates a...

February 2023, a dead-end street in Westhaven, Massachusetts. Luna's cousin Danny finds a small cloth doll propped against the base of a streetlight on Alder Avenue. The doll is handmade, stained dark at the hem, and sewn shut at the mouth. Danny leaves it. But the next night, it's closer to his door. And the night after that, it's sitting on his porch. When he finally opens the stitching, he find...

November 2022, Hollybrook Road, a dead-end street in the small town of Millfield. The streetlight at the far end had been flickering for weeks, but nobody reported it. Luna's neighbor, a retired watchmaker named Arthur, found a small brass clock buried in the dirt beneath it, its hands frozen at 3:17. He took it home to clean it, and the ticking began again — not from the clock, but from inside hi...

Luna tells the story of a man named Arthur who, on a humid August night in 1987, finds a broken pocket watch under a dying streetlight on Grant Avenue in the small town of Millbrook. The watch doesn't tick — it hums. And when Arthur tries to return it, he discovers the watch's owner has been dead for forty years. But the watch still keeps time — backward. And every night, at exactly 3:17 AM, Arthu...

It was the summer of 2009, just past midnight on Maple Hollow Road, that my neighbor Alice first told me about the hum. She lived alone in the yellow house at the dead end, two doors down from me. The streetlight at the corner had been flickering for weeks, and then one night she heard something else—a voice, or what passed for a voice, coming from inside the light. She described it as a sound lik...

In the summer of 2008, on Cypress Avenue in the small town of Rosedale, Illinois, a man named Frank Delaney found a pair of women's shoes placed neatly under a streetlight. They were clean, unworn, and arranged as if waiting for someone. Frank, a retired postal worker, began a nightly ritual: he would check on the shoes, move them slightly, leave them a note. But the shoes never stayed. Every morn...

October 2023. Comstock Avenue, a dead-end road in the town of Millbrook, New York. A man named David Gant pulls over at 2:47 AM because his car is making a sound he doesn't trust. He steps out onto the shoulder under the only streetlight on the block — and hears something else. A hum, low and rhythmic, coming from inside the pole itself. Not electrical. Not mechanical. Something that sounds like a...