Channel 6 After Hours — Fexingo Horror

After midnight, when the station goes dark and the last live DJ has stumbled home, a single signal still bleeds into the static. Channel 6 — a local UHF broadcaster that shut down in 1989 — flickers back to life. Luna is the night engineer, the only soul in the building, her desk a tomb of flickering CRTs and dead mics. She watches the test pattern, logs anomalies, and waits. But the pattern keeps breaking — a woman's face surfacing in the noise, whispering fragments of a town called Sycamore Ridge that never existed on any map. Each episode Luna decodes a new piece of the broadcast: a missing person's last call-in, a weather report from a county that burned a century ago, a commercial for a diner where the food rots on camera. The signal grows stronger, the woman clearer, and Luna's logbooks fill with dread. This is not a ghost story. This is a transmission. And it's been waiting for someone to listen.