Canadian English Male Adult

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Description

Produced Audiobook Demo for a period horror piece.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the wooden stairs felt cold beneath her bare feet. The steps creaked. The seller was cold and dark, and smelled of must, whatever the reason for going. It was fast forgotten when a strange sight made her blood run with ice. They're outside the ring of candlelight, veiled in shadow, stood to black figures, a pair of ink, black silhouettes blacker than the darkened surroundings. There stairs bore through her startled Elizabeth shrieked and bolted recklessly up the stairs. In a witless panic she forgot to drop her skirts. The cloth snagged beneath her feet. She lost her footing, stumbling clumsily on the steps while trying to grip the candle. She definitely caught herself and climbed towards the crack of light atop 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 then back at his guests, somewhat annoyed when he asked the meaning of all this, Elizabeth danced impatiently to Spector's tears welled in her eyes. Prithee! When Samuel saw that she was visibly shaken and wouldn't be dissuaded. He directed some others to investigate the matter. Was it ghosts, 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 paneled glass Elizabeth could smell the honey smoked scent as she trailed behind the rest. It did little to mask the 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 through the stone. The stair creaked.