Short extract from James Herbert's 'The Ghosts of Sleath'.
Middle Aged (35-54)
British, England - London (Cockney, Estuary, East End), England - Received Pronunciation (RP, BBC)
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David Ash uttered a soft groan as he shifted position. The loose joints of the straight back chair creaked, and he quickly became still again. He looked at his wristwatch, the luminous style informing him it was almost 10 to 3 AM God, there had to be better ways of making a living, he told himself, carefully flexing his shoulders nearly three in the morning. And here he was, skulking in the semi darkness between racks of towels and sheets, trying not to breathe too loudly. Desperate for a cigarette longing for a drink, he eased himself upright, rubbing his hands over his face to clear the tiredness. Even the scraping of his chin stubble sounded too loud. At that ungodly hour, the door of the laundry room was slightly ajar so that the night lights plugged into the wall sockets at the corridor outside provided a dim glow. He went quietly to the door and peered through the gap silence out there, not a soul stirring
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