HORROR Audiobook
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the stranger said nothing. It stood with its inhumanly skeletal back to him, and it's face resting against the door. Joseph was afraid the terror had pinned every molecule of his body in place, but there was no warning, tingle of danger, bristling the hair on his neck. What scared Joseph the most was that he felt, if he were to look away for even a moment, you would forget the figure had been there at all. The thin person made a slight groan from its place in the corner, guttural gurgled sound that grew in volume until it was a pain squeal. Why are you here? The words left Josephs tongue without so much as a thought. He was surprised mostly by how calm he sounded. He had noticed. Now, by what faint light The window provided that the figure was naked. It was bare from the back of its almost hairless skull to the practically translucent, claw like feet. The skin over the figures buttocks looked so thin and frail that under a warm enough light, you could surely watch the veins and muscles do their work and nauseated detail. The figure simply moaned again, rolling its body slightly and showing the motion of every bone pressed against the skin was a Ziff. It was trying to face Joseph, but it was impossible to tell in the dark. Something strange and unfamiliar Inside, Joe's fogged mind compelled him to help the stranger with a wet crack. The figures head spun to look at Joe much more quickly than its emancipated body should have allowed. Now came the warning tingle. Now the hairs on Joe's neck bristle to attention. The figure was a man, a sickly, horrifying man. Joseph knew this not by the stubble on the strangers bloated and vascular throat, nor by the shriveled ***** retracted in on itself as if in a cold wind. He simply new crunch. The figure lurch towards the bed, every joint in both of his legs grinding over each other. Crunch! The specter wailed, jaw hanging limp and thick ropes of mucus and drool hanging from its chin. Joseph could not move, not because he felt paralyzed, but rather his fear was wrestling with his will to stay right there. I can't move. I won't move. Another anguished moan, desperate and pleading. The I sweet ******* Jesus! His eyes were sewn shut with thick, rust colored wire. The figure was at the foot of the bed. Now, face turned down to Joseph and body fully exposed to the cold blue glow of night. The only thing worse than the moaning, the eyes or even the pulsing in that bulbous throat was the silence that followed the long, unrelenting silenced.