These are some recordings that I wrote and produced. I hired some voice actors and was really happy with the outcome. They were part of a mixtape I was making but never released. I’m happy with them, just haven’t found the right time to upload them. The voice actor I hired for “Intro to Hell” has actually done voice overs for Disney Resorts! I thought that was pretty cool. Hope you like what you hear!
This is my first attempt at a short-story. Please judge.
Deafening Silence
It was quiet outside, eerily quiet. On a muggy, Houston, summer night, Marjorie found herself outside on one of her walks, confused.
“Something was missing,” she thought to herself. “The frogs and the crickets. That’s what it was.”
On a night like this they should’ve been playing a symphony. Instead, silence. Still, dead, unnerving silence. Not even a breeze swaying the ferns in the park nearby. You see, Marjorie lived with her father and would often visit the park at night. She liked taking walks around dusk to clear her head. And she was alone, as usual. It worked best when she was alone. But this time it didn’t feel the same. This time the comfort she normally felt was nowhere to be found. She was alone, as usual, but tonight, it was different. Even the frogs and the crickets didn’t care to keep her company.
She swung back and forth on the swing, kicking up some dirt, thinking to herself. It almost felt darker. The moon was covered by clouds. The silence was suffocating. Suddenly she heard a rustle in the bushes, followed by a sound she’s heard before. A familiar sound. Like a door creaking open. She froze. A pit in her stomach she had often dismissed as anxiety began to grow. Suddenly, a chill ran down her spine. At that moment, Marjorie no longer felt alone.
Suddenly, another rustle. Except this time, she heard footsteps.
Without hesitation Marjorie hopped off the swing and bolted home. She sprinted up her driveway and tried the door. It was locked. She rifled through her pockets for her keys. She forgot them in her room. She started banging on the door with her fists. Louder. Louder!
“Help!” She screamed. Still banging.
She looked up to an absent sky. Sobbing. Crippled with fear, she sunk down onto the floormat. The footsteps grew louder. Whatever it was was getting closer. Closer and closer and closer! Then it stopped. Silence.
Her Dad opened the door to her catatonic. She was no longer sobbing. In fact, she had this smile on her face. And not just any smile. It was a sinister grin, stretched from cheek to cheek. Her father knew something was wrong. Very wrong. He asked her if she was okay. Nothing. She slowly got up from the floormat and walked inside, brushing her dads shoulder with her own.
“Marjorie what’s going on? Did you take something? Did someone hurt you? I could have sworn I heard you screaming,” her Dad exclaimed.
Nothing.
She went straight to the fridge, grabbed a pack of raw chicken breast, tore it open, and started devouring it. Blood ran down her cheeks. She was ravenous. Her dad quickly snatched it from her hand.
“Marjorie, what’s wrong with you? I’m worried about you baby. What happened?” he asked as he began to tear up.
“Princess, what’s wrong?” he began to cry. “What are you doing?”
Marjorie grinned. She started laughing and grabbed a knife.