Whatever Walks the Pines — Fexingo Horror

Deep in the old-growth forests of the Pacific Northwest, where fog clings to the firs and the underbrush hides secrets older than memory, Luna walks the trails and tells the stories that the trees have whispered to her. Each episode of 'Whatever Walks the Pines' is a self-contained horror tale drawn from the mossy silence of these woods — tales of hikers who stray from the path, of cabins that weren't on any map, of things that move between the trunks when the light fails. The stories are slow and patient, unspooling like mist through the branches, settling into a dread that feels less like fiction and more like a warning. This is not a show about jump scares or gore; it is about the long, quiet moment before you realize you are being watched. Luna's voice, intimate and unhurried, guides you deeper into the pines, where the boundary between the natural and the unnatural blurs. The forest here remembers things: the vanished logger, the woman who followed a deer into the dark, the child