Horror Story Narration
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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The Boogey Man, written by Vincent Van Akhatova. It started with my three year old son screaming in his room in the middle of the night. When I came in to cheque on him, he was in hysterics. Tears ran down his cheeks. You cried about how the Boogey Man had frightened him. I let him sleep with my wife and I for the night, thinking it was just a bad dream. The next evening he didn't even want to be in this room. But I convinced him that the Boogeyman was just a figment of his imagination. I was a working once more by screams. I rushed to his room to find him in tears again. On the third night, I set up a camcorder in his room in order to show him that there was no monster. That evening there was no screaming and crying. I was refreshed when I woke up in the morning after having got in my first good night's sleep in three days. However, my son did seem fatigued. He didn't even put up his usual fuss in the morning when we got him ready for preschool, when my wife took him to daycare I decided to review the camera's tape in order to find out how yet slept. I'll never forget when I smoke around two AM on someone's asleep has caused a door, slowly creaked open out of the shadows. Pale naked, veiny woman with long white hair that started black eyes. The body was Bernie and frail, like that of a Holocaust survivor. When she turned to the side, I could see a spine protruding from a hunched back like a dinosaur. She reached into my son's crip with her naturally large hands and covered his mouth. He was trying to scream, but he couldn't. The palm of one of her hands easily developed his head, muffling his cries. She snatched him up with the east, and a person of her frame should not have had them walked back into the closet with him and Iran's. An hour later, she returned with what looked like a wriggling maggot the size of a duffel bag and placed it in my son's bed before retreating once more into a closet. Over the next two hours, I watched it twist and arrive when the Gru and mutated until it looks just like my baby boy. Once the transformation was complete, they got out of bed and slipped on a pair of his pyjamas that step back between the covers and waited for us to come in. I don't know what that thing is that I left my wife this morning, but I know it's not my son.
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Narrator, Articulate, Believable, Calming, British (General)