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Lost Broadcast is an anthology horror podcast set in the static-flecked glow of a 1970s television. Each episode presents a self-contained story that Luna plucks from the airwaves — a fragment of signal that shouldn't exist, a ghost in the coaxial cable, a broadcast that arrives from the wrong frequency. The stories are slow, atmospheric, and deeply analog: a ham operator who hears his own voice from a station that went silent in 1962, a late-night weather report that predicts disasters before they happen, a rerun of a children's show whose puppets seem to know the viewer's name. The unifying thread is the television itself — that strange cathode-ray portal that sometimes shows you what you shouldn't see. Luna speaks in the same hushed, intimate register she uses for all her shows, but here there is a particular melancholy, a sense of tuning in to something that is already fading. Each episode stands alone, but together they create a mosaic of electromagnetic dread. The signal is weak. The picture is breaking up. But if you listen closely, you might hear something coming through — a voice from the other side of the dial. #LostBroadcast #AnalogHorror #TVGhost #StaticSignal #CathodeRay #VintageTV #1970sHorror #SignalHorror #BroadcastMystery #DeadAir #NightmareChannel #FexingoHorror #HorrorPodcast #SoloNarration #AtmosphericHorror #SlowBurnHorror #StorytellingHorror #LunaHorror Keep every episode free: buymeacoffee.com/fexingo
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A cold November night in 1979. Luna pulls into a forgotten gas station on a dead stretch of Old Route 7 outside Carbondale, Illinois. The payphone rings as she steps out of her car. No one else is around. She answers. Th
It was the summer of 1979 when I house-sat for my aunt on Willow Lane in a town called Stone Hollow. The neighborhood was quiet, the kind of quiet where you hear your own heartbeat. But every night at 2 AM, a single porc
Luna tells the story of a waitress named Margie at the All-Night Diner at the junction of Route 9 and 22, just outside Elmsville. It's February, the dead of winter, and the roads are empty. A man in a gray coat comes in
It's the summer of 1987 in the small town of Abingdon, Ohio. Luna's cousin, a night-shift gas station clerk, starts noticing the same car parked across the street every night—a rusted blue Chevy Nova, engine off, a figur
Winter 1979. A blizzard traps a woman in her own basement. The TV flickers on by itself, showing a test pattern. But the pattern is wrong — the circle is too dark, the bars are the wrong color. A voice speaks from the st
It's the dead of night at a truck stop laundromat off Interstate 44 in Missouri, and the only other person is a woman named Delia who hasn't moved from her folding table in hours. But when the dryer door swings open and
It's December 1987, just past 2 a.m., and the only light on Main Street comes from the Greyhound station's flickering fluorescent tubes. Luna's bus is delayed by ice on the interstate, so she waits in the plastic bucket
It was 1984. I was driving through eastern Ohio, trying to make it to Wheeling before midnight, when the snow on the radio got so bad I pulled off into a town called Darlington. Population 600, maybe less. The only place
November 1978. A mechanic from a small Nebraska town takes shelter from a tornado in a stranger's cellar. The woman who lives there, Mrs. Holloway, hasn't spoken to her husband in three years — not since he went down int
Summer 1987, a blistering August night at the Starlite Drive-In outside Elkhart, Indiana. Luna was fourteen, sitting on the hood of her father's Chevelle, watching a double feature of schlocky horror films. The screen fl
In the autumn of 1987, Luna stays at the Crestwood Arms, a faded hotel on the outskirts of a small Wisconsin town. The elevator on the fourth floor keeps arriving empty, its doors opening to a hallway that smells of wet
The summer of 1997. A payphone outside a gas station in Elkhorn, Indiana, starts ringing every night at exactly 2:17 AM — and keeps ringing until someone answers. Luna picks up on the third night. The voice on the other
November 1978. Holloway, Indiana. The antenna farm on Old Mill Road — a derelict lot of dead satellite dishes and rusting towers where the county's forgotten broadcast signals once lived. Luna's uncle, a ham radio operat
November 1979, a stretch of Route 66 outside Needles, California. I pulled off at the Wagon Wheel Inn because my headlights caught something in the road — a woman standing in the rain, no coat, no car. She didn't speak.
In the winter of 1987, a small-town librarian named Margaret stayed late to catalog a strange donation—a box of reel-to-reel tapes labeled only 'Readings from the Iron Door.' The recordings were old, the voice on them fe
October 1978. A rainy Tuesday night in Wilton, New Hampshire. Luna visits the childhood home of her friend Emily, now abandoned, to retrieve a box of photographs. Instead, she finds the old black-and-white television sti
In October of 1983, Luna's aunt received a letter from a woman she hadn't spoken to in thirty years — an invitation to a church that wasn't on any map. The letter was postmarked from a town called Gethsemane, West Virgin
October 1987, just outside the dead town of Mercy, Colorado. A man named Frank Hodek worked the overnight shift at an abandoned UHF television transmitter on Rattlesnake Ridge. The equipment was scheduled for demolition,
October 1974. Luna's aunt Rose, a night-shift nurse at Holy Cross Memorial, starts picking up a late-night broadcast on the chapel's old black-and-white TV—a test pattern with a figure standing in the snow. The broadcast
In the winter of 1989, a trucker named Cole pulled into the Four Corners truck stop outside a place called White Ash. He sat in a phone booth for two hours every Wednesday, but his calls were never to a person. Luna met
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