RAW AUDITION: Podcast, Moody / Edgy / Introvert

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Description

An audition for a thriller podcast showcasing a more subdued, introverted, and quiet voice.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Teen (13-17)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
my great uncle john was the first person who told me about the subway stalker. He'd been obsessed with it for as long as I can remember. I mean he was into all the crypt, you know, Bigfoot mothman, the jersey devil, stuff like that. But I think the reason he was so obsessed with this one was because it was local. I wasn't super close to him. But whenever he used to babysit my sister and me, he would tell us about this thing that lived in the subway tunnels and lured people onto the tracks. He said, it would mimic the voice of someone you knew tricking you into coming closer and closer until boom, A train runs you down the creature my uncle said was like an amalgamation with several eyes, arms and heads and more claws than you can count part human, part beast. All monster Boris be the butcher would never hurt a fly. That's what everyone used to say. Even as a kid I knew running around his shop full of blades and saws was safer than our backyard slip and slide. But of course when Boris b was convicted of murder, the town changed their tune. I knew he had it in him or I should have seen it coming tisk, tisk around every dinner table for decades to follow. It didn't help that. Our town was small, small enough where you could ride your bike from one end of town to the other and do it three more times before lunch here, Everyone knew everyone and anyone was someone privacy was limited to the bathroom and secrets were secret. With no one, the group Minsky's painted their fence. It was news. The Williams boy got caught drinking beer. He was scandalous. Nothing happened in our town that didn't see the front page. So when the local butcher was accused of killing a kid, the world stopped turning.