The Long Hallway — Fexingo Horror

A hotel hallway that never ends, a row of doors leading to rooms that shouldn't exist. Luna checks in at a roadside inn in the Oregon Cascades and finds a corridor that stretches a mile longer than the building permits. Each episode of The Long Hallway is a standalone story tied to a different door — Room 207 with its mildew that writes warnings on the wallpaper, Room 314 where the dead bride still waits for her honeymoon, Room 412 that opens onto a field of frozen sunflowers under a moon that doesn't move. The hallway itself is the constant: a liminal space where time loops, where the housekeeping cart carries only silence, where the night manager speaks in a language that sounds like mice in the walls. Luna narrates these stories from the lobby armchair, her voice low as the dimming lamps, as she watches new guests arrive and old ones forget to leave. Some doors open to other decades, other dimensions, other kinds of hunger. The hallway is always watching. The hallway is always waiti