Baby Blue: An American Horror Story - Sample-audio book 2020
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Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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on reaching the hallway at the top of the stairs, she noticed a picture. One of her and Jesse, at an awards ceremony, had fallen from its hook and almost certainly caused the bank. She heard. She moved toward the large window opposite her and looked out at the lake once again. Thick clouds had returned and blocked out the light from the moon, making the lake invisible. She leaned in to pull the curtains, but was alerted by a sound that seemed to be coming from outside. Or maybe downstairs the very gentle sound of a baby. Christie yanked the curtains closed and looked along the hallway towards her bedroom door. It was open. She rubbed her face and let out of frustrated scream. The noise she had imagined stopped as quickly as it had arrived. She pushed the bedroom door further open and looked inside. The familiar mess and accompanying smell was oddly comforting, but something had caught her eye at the back of the room, another memory from her failed attempt. She stared toward the back of the room and thought long and hard about what she could see amongst all the confusion of her suicide attempt she was very sure that she had taken Isaiah's little brown teddy bear with her. Yes, she definitely had. She had sat back on him just before she started on the pills. So why the **** was he sitting there inside the crib, propped up amongst the other toys, Christie moved tentatively toward the baby's corner of the room, the bears black eyes seeming to stare straight back at her and beckoning her towards him. As she stood and looked down at the bear, her thoughts rattled. Between this, the front door and the blood stain behind her, the bedroom door suddenly slam shut, casting the room into complete darkness. Christie screamed and crashed into the side of the crib, too scared to turn around. All she could think to do was to climb in. She clambered over the side, railing and into the crib, covering herself with a child's blanket. From underneath, she could hear nothing. She knew this could not possibly be happening, but the door had sounded so riel She hid under the blanket in the crib until her heart rate had returned to near normal. After a minute or so, she plucked up the courage to look out from under the covers and through the wooden slats, nothing. She sat up and waited for her eyes to become accustomed to the darkness once again. Now she did. Her eyes started to widen. She could make something out against the far wall. She swallowed hard. Hello, she whispered. The shape that was now becoming clearer did not move. It stood still. She thought at first that it may be the silhouette of a coat hanging from a hook on the back of the door, but wasn't convinced. All Christie could clearly make out was its size. It seemed to almost reach the ceiling. She stared some more, amazed that the growing clarity of this latest hallucinogenic episode as her eyes became more used to the dark, she thought she could make out the shape of a head. Dark and long black torso and long, withered fingers casting a new shadow on the wall. The shape remain completely still. Christie hit back under the covers, tired of this mental torture, sick of what she'd become