Demons Among Us
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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team is among us. Take one. The wooden stairs felt cold beneath your bare feet. The steps creaked. The seller was cold and dark, and smelled must, whatever the reason for going was fast forgotten. The strange sight made of blood running with ice. They're outside the ring of candlelight build in the shadow, Still two black figures, pair of ink, black silhouettes, blacker than the darkened surroundings. The stairs brought to her, started Elizabeth, treat them both recklessly up to the stairwell. In a witness panic, she forgot to draw up her skirt. The cloth snagged beneath her feet and she lost her footing stumbling clumsily on the steps while trying to grip the candle. She definitely caught herself. It climbed toward the crack of light top of the stairs. Heart hammering Elizabeth barreled out the door and barged into the chamber where Samuel was entertaining some guests, interrupting the small gathering. Her breathing was rapid. Master Willard! She cried, Come quick! Something below the stairs. Samuel glanced at her and back at his guests, somewhat annoyed when he asked the meaning of all of this. Elizabeth danced impatiently to Spector's tears welled in her eyes. Pretty but Samuel saw that she was visibly shaken. It wouldn't be dissuaded. He directed some others to investigate the matter. Was it ghosts a fancy? Whatever the case. Something in the darkness had rattled her core. Samuel was sure it was nothing or so. He hoped. one led the way down the Stairwell, carrying a brass lantern with panel glass Elizabeth could smell the honey smoked sent, and she trailed behind the risk. It did little to master sour. Must the flame through spastic shadows along the stone walls. Elizabeth ignored the queasy feeling in her belly as she warily tiptoed the steps, she had vaulted up moments earlier, fingers trailing the rough stone, a stair creak. The wooden stairs fell cold beneath her bare feet, steps creaked. The seller was cold and dark and smelled a must. Whatever the reason for going it was fast forgotten and a strange sight made her blood run with ice. They're outside. The ring of candlelight failed in the shadow. Still two black figures, a pair of ink, black silhouettes, blacker than the darkened surroundings. There's stairs Boyd through her started, Elizabeth streaked and bolt it recklessly up the stairwell. In a witness panic, she forgot to draw up her skirts. The claw snagged her beneath their feet and she lost her footing stumbling clumsily on the steps while trying to grip the candle. She definitely caught herself and climb toward the crack of light the top of the stairs. Heart hammering Elizabeth barreled out the door and barged into the chamber where Samuel was entertaining some guests, interrupting the small gathering. Her breathing was rapid. Mm hmm. Master Willard! She cried, Come quick! Something below the stairs. Samuel glanced at her then back at his guests, somewhat annoyed when he asked the meaning of all of this. Elizabeth danced impatiently to Spector's tears welled in her eyes pretty when Samuel saw she was visibly shaken and wouldn't be dissuaded. He directed some others to investigate the matter. Was it Ghosts A fancy? Whatever the case, something in the darkness had rattled her core. Samuel was sure it was nothing. What? So? He hoped. one led the way down the Stairwell, carrying brass lynching panel glass. Elizabeth could smell the honey smoke scent as she trailed behind the wrists. It'll it'll the master sour must the flame through spastic shadows along the stone walls. Elizabeth ignored the queasy feeling in her belly as she warily tiptoed steps. She had bought it up, mama's earlier fingers trailing the rough stone. The stair creaked.