Female doing male narration
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Language
EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
the evening was still early, with the light of summer shining through the porthole. He washed his sweating face over the tiny bathroom sink and looked at himself in the mirror. His usually pale skin was even greater, and sweat still poured down his chubby jowls. The whites of his eyes were becoming red and starting to burn. Oh, great, I'm coming down with something now, he said to himself. Even when he was home, he had no one to share his worries with. So he had become accustomed to speaking to the room. His skin crawled and he squirmed. Feeling the tightness of his white shirt, he felt the urge to rip the godforsaken thing off. Instead, his shaking fingers unbuttoned the front as well as the cuffs. Then he pulled himself free, relieving his suffering has right forearm, which like a *****. So he rubbed and then grated at it with his finger nails. He examined the area, remembering getting the scratch that seemed to be causing the problem. A homeless man had grabbed him in the street earlier that day. He appeared to be homeless anyway, being so dishevelled and incoherent. The man had approached Norman when he was making his way through Rotterdam streets towards his car. The man grabbed Norman's right forearm in a vice like grip. What the **** are you doing? Said Norman. It's going to get you. It's going to get us all, whispered the tortured man just loud enough for Norman to here. What? Get off my arm. Before Norman could release himself, the man had scratched Norman's bare forearm, creating a tear in his skin. Now Norman stood in his cabin, staring at the scratch. The homeless man's words were still ringing in his ears. Another burst of rage penetrated his brain and filled his mind. He envisaged tearing the man's arm from his body, lifting it to his lips and chomping into his flesh. The wrath and hatred piercing Norman psyche were too much to bear. He had never before felt such ghoulish sensations or the desire to hurt other people. But why does it feel so good? It's going to get you. It's going to get you. It's going to get you Taunting. Voices filled Norman's head and not that of the homeless man, either. It was akin to an incantation over and over again. It's going to get you, It's going to get you. Several voices sang the tune. Norman screamed and bold as his mind struggled to keep hold of reality. It's going to get you, he grasped his head until finally, the voices grew quiet. Norman, now breathless and wide eyed, stared at the image reflected back at him in the mirror. He didn't recognise himself. A deranged ghoul stared back. The alarm that filled his brain was screaming at him. He realised that it wasn't a conventional alarm, but an inhumane one. One of terror and distress. He had to get help. He was dying. He was sure of it. Panic consumed him and propelled him out of the bathroom over the short distance to the cabin door and had him yank it open. Sharpless, and struggling to breathe. He staggered out into the corridor and hit the opposite wall. His whole body screamed at him, now, hurting in every way imaginable. He scrambled to regain his composure, straining to see anything other than vast corridors and ugly carpeting in front of him panting, he looked down at his own hands, only seeing pale fuzziness instead of fingers and feeling as if they no longer belong to him. He tried to shout for help, but a garbled cry escaped. Instead, there was a loud noise he was sure wasn't coming from his head. This time. The Tannoy. It must be the Tannoy to disembark. Although he couldn't understand a word, it was saying he had to find someone to help him. Norman lifted his left leg to take a step, but the leg wouldn't work the way he instructed it to. Instead, it unbalanced him, sending him crashing to the dirty and overused carpeting. The milky eyes of the demon that inhabited Norman's body now opened, taking in its surroundings.
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Articulate, Authentic, Believable, Spooky, British (General)