Horror story example reading
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Hello. My name is Robin, and today I'm going to be doing a reading a few paragraphs of a short horror story called the Wear Wolves. Remorse. Here we go. A light breeze whispered through the trees as I swiftly made my way across the ridge lines and valleys of the dense forest. Ah, full moon insured. My supernaturally enhanced vision registered the most minute details over fallen logs and around rock outcroppings Iran. My sense is honed by eons of evolution. I never once stepped on a single branch or the crunch of dread leaves beneath my feet. While my passage was swift, it was utterly silent. Eventually I could see the water had been smelling on the breeze. For several miles, I continued toward the large stream. Or maybe it was a small river until I came within a stone's throw. There I stopped and I waited every preternatural sense focused on the forest around me, the predator side of my being understood that prey often visited sources of fresh drinking water, some even under the cover of darkness, working under the rudimentary but misguided idea that darkness would keep them safe Quickly. Certain I was alone, I correct my way to the water to quench the thirst brought on by the many miles I had traversed. I may have been thirsty, but I was also extraordinarily happy. Human Side found it completely confounding that predator me enjoyed running so very much. I was sure in that moment had you been able to discern an actual expression for my grotesquely deformed face, deformed only according to human me predator, me scoffed. You would have seen a self satisfied grim, and that's going to do it for today's reading. If you like what you heard, please feel free to contact me any time about any jobs that you happen to have available. Thank you.