A baritone voice with a British accent that had voiced a horror story!
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
who was only seven years old when this had happened to me. I was the only child of my parents and would mostly lived with my mother at home due to my father working overseas, mostly so my mother would take extra care of me to make her for my dad's absence. She would also kiss me goodnight every night, no matter how else she gets or how tired she is. It was this particular name that my mother had such high fever and headache that she really couldn't drag herself out of bed, especially after working that hard all day. So I went to bed. Saddened, obviously. As soon as I had switched off the lumps of my head, however, I could clearly see a woman sending the corner of the now darkest pitch black room. This woman had the same height as my mother, same hair and was even wearing the same dress that she had worn before going to bed. But something had felt off quite off about her. Actually, I asked Mom, why did you go through the trouble of getting out of bed? I know you're ill. One night could have gotten by. She tilted her head and started walking towards me. She put her arms forward as if she was about to hug me. But what had really got me worried was that she was walking with one of her legs and the other was twisted backwards. I said, Mom, what has happened to you? I knew something wasn't right. But it was my mother. So obviously I decided to help her. And just as I was about to step foot on the floor, the figure fell. The sudden thought really shook me. Mom, I'm scared. You're scaring me when I say this. The figure looked at me directly as though eyes met for the first time. A fear so beyond my wildest imagination had paralysed me. I couldn't utter a single word. The figure then started approaching me as she pulled herself with her hands. She was coming towards me so rapidly that I had almost fainted in fear. That can't be my mother. This sudden realisation had enabled one last fight within me. And so I had mustered up all the courage in me, wrote to the other side of the bed and bolted to the door. I couldn't lock it since the door could only be locked from inside the room and then sprinted to my mother's room and locked the door from the inside. And just then there was intense banging on the door. Suddenly, a familiar voice started ringing my ears. What's the matter, honey? Don't you want to kiss anymore? Really? That ugly and worthless to you swine? I should have got you like a paid as soon as you pass through my account. Open this door, you little *****. So I can pull your insights out through your count, I started crying helplessly. That's my mother's voice, all right. But she would never even raise her voice all that much, let alone use such vulgar language. No matter how bad of the mistake was made, she would keep calm and politely explain what was wrong and why it was wrong. And just when I had thought that this devilish figure that claims to be my mother was going to devour me, a worm touch had filled my shoulder. What is it, darling? You're trembling. Did something scare you? I was so scared that I was about to run away screaming. But she had picked me up, hugged me and said, Let's find out who it is that's bothering my little fairy, shall we? But Mom, she will kill you, too. She will kill both of us. Not if we're together, darling. I won't let anything happen to you saying this. She had opened the door. I hit my face in her neck, fearing What could happen next? There's no one here, dear. I was shocked. But Mom, she was just here. She was banging on the door, saying the absolute worse thanks to me. I knew she wouldn't believe me. So I had repeated word for word what that demon had said to me. Surely a young girl such as myself can create such grotesquely detailed scenarios in her head, unless also and so my mother believed me. From then on, I laid next to her every night. All the lights throughout the house were late, and so was the lamp next to my mother's bed because there was no way that I was going to sleep alone. Not after that, and and
Tags
Attractive, Booming, Calming, Classy, Deep, Low Pitched, Voice Of God, British (General)