2020 AUDIOBOOK DEMO TRACK: HORROR | Child, Father, and Monster
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Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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seeing Capelle IUs now the horrible convictions shot through me that he and he alone was the sand man. But the Sandman was no longer the bogey of the nurses tail the monster who fetched Children's eyes to feed his brood in the Owl's nest in the half moon. No, he was a horrible, spectral monster who spread grief and misery, temporal and eternal perdition. Wherever he set foot. I was spellbound with horror at the risk of being discovered and severely punished, as I clearly anticipated, I stayed where I was with my head stretched out through the curtains, watching my father received capella ceremoniously to work, cried the ladder and a horse grating voice throwing off his coat. My father gloomily removed his dressing gown and both of them put on black overalls. I didn't see where they got them from. My father opened the folding door of what I had always believed to be a cupboard, but which proved to be had dark recess housing a stove. Capellas approached the stove and the blue flame flickered up. There were all sorts of strange utensil standing around God above, as my old father now bent down to the fire, he looked quite different. His gentle, honest features seemed to have been twisted into an ugly, repulsive grimace by some griping agony. He looked like ca Pelleas. The latter was wielding a pair of red hot tongs and drawing masses of sparkling metal out of the thick smoke, which he then hammered industriously. It seemed to me that human faces were appearing on all sides, but without eyes. Instead, they had horrible, deep black cavities. Eyes. We must have eyes, cried Capelle Yasin, a deep, booming voice overcome by uncontrollable hoarder. I screamed and fell out of my hiding place onto the floor. Capella seized hold of me little beast! Little beast! He screeched, grinding his teeth, dragged me to my feet and threw me onto the stove so that the flame began to scorch my hair. Now we have eyes, he whispered. Ah, fine pair of child's eyes, and he pulled glowing cold us out of the fire with his bare hands. And Maeda's, though to Sprinkle it in my eyes, that this my father raised his hands, beseeching Lee and cried. Master, master, leave my Nathaniel. His eyes leave him his eyes. Cappel ius laughed shrilly and exclaimed. All right, Let the boy keep his eyes and weep his way through the world. But now we will carefully observe the mechanisms of his hands and feet. With this, he gripped me so that my joints cracked, unscrewed my hands and feet and put them back on again. Now, in one place now in another, they're not right anywhere else. It's the best of the way they were. The old man knew what he was doing. His Capellas. But everything around me went black. A sudden convulsion ran through my nerves and bones, and I felt no more.