Creepy short story, Audio book narration. who, or what will happen?
Middle Aged (35-54)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
This is like Alice through the looking glass. Except my name's not Alice, and I'm guessing neither is yours. She posed almost amused at the mounts. Confusion. My name's Isabel. The man's head looked left and then right, but not directly towards her. His puzzled expression suggested that her voice was the last thing he was expecting to hear. She pressed the button again. Over here, I'm not that thin. You can't miss me a little more to the right, the man's had turned. That's it. Just a little more pretty boy. The eye squinted, is the man tried to focus. He rubbed them and then wiped his face. Can you talk that's visible, indicating the radio in her hand. Just press the button on the side. The months stared at her, a perplexing stare that furrowed his eyebrows and forehead. He started to move, but it was obvious he was weak from his seated position. He began to crawl on all fours towards the glass all the time. His eyes fixed on Isabelle. Here it's the glass wall and set up right, his left shoulder. Leaning against it. He placed his right palm against the glass and looked at the inspector
Characters, Narrator, Storyteller, Authentic, Believable, Calm, Creepy, Engaging, Husky, Mature, Serious, British