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a brand new supernatural audio horror series.
Episode 2: A Slice of Normality.
Originally released on Patreon on May 12th,
2023.
A slice of Normality.
Something
happy.
Something
to look forward to.
Wait.
So you've only been living here a few months?
That's right. I hadn't realised.
And what do you make of our quaint little town? It’s...
Nice.
Nice?
Well, I guess that's better than ‘fine’ or...
Okay.
Or, shit.
haha or, shit.
Yeah. **they both laugh**
Seriously, though,
how are you finding it?
I know the rural north isn't always everyone's cup of tea.
Are you trying to diagnose me, doctor?
Just because I'm a GP doesn't mean I'm constantly out to fix people.
Thank you very much.
And at any rate, after
two glasses of wine, I'm most certainly off duty.
I'm only pulling your leg Paul. I know, Em.
But honestly?
Honestly?
For the first few weeks, it felt great.
Clean air.
The people seem good, warm.
But then...
The attack. I...
Yeah.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to-
No, no, it's all right.
I'm still here, right?
It's just.
I have a lot to come to terms with right now.
Still, I shouldn't have pushed.
I can't imagine how hard all of that must have been for you.
Trying to start a new life after
...him. And...
That happens.
Fucking hell.
Yeah.
I'm here for you,
Emily... You're not alone.
Not if you don't want to be.
He takes my hand, and I feel good.
Close.
This is what everyone craves, right?
Support.
Safety.
Knowing that
no matter what.
Someone will have your back?
I'm sitting there looking at this face.
This kind soul who, after just a few dates,
makes me almost
feel like I can start considering
putting things down.
Letting the past go.
Hey. You all right?
And then,
like a cheap magic trick,
the illusion is gone.
I...
I, I think I need to use the restroom,
And the panic,
the terror starts to sink in.
Okay.
Just shout if I can help.
Something is very wrong.
My heart.
My head.
There's no full moon.
It's the middle of the day.
It can't...
It can't be.
I'm okay.
I'm okay. It's
just a panic attack.
Sweating.
Heart racing.
Dizziness,
tingling skin.
But no moon.
It's all right.
I'm safe.
Out of everything
I've been through.
At least I could trust in my own body.
Oh, fuck.
Or has this thing
taken that away from me as well?
And now
in full sight of myself.
I can see it all.
The tingling turns to fire.
My sweat soaked skin
already unable to help cool the burning.
And then my mouth.
My teeth feel almost numb.
I open my lips just in time to watch sharp fangs
push their way through.
No no no no no no no.
No no no.
The white hot fire becomes too much.
My dress already
tight against my skin, starts to give way.
I try and find some sort of desperate relief
tearing it off.
Beading, burning skin darkens
as I look closer.
I can see why. Dark hair starts to push through
my shoulders, my arms,
my chest, and then,
my vice
like grip on the sink is interrupted by the sensation of splitting nails,
claws, huge claws
tearing through the ends of my fingers.
My hands bulge and grow.
Skin of my palms
thickening and darkening.
Oh, God.
Those people outside!
The lock.
I have to lock the door.
It's too late.
My ribs separate,
my torso and spine lengthen,
and my feet burst through my shoes.
PLEASE!!
And all I can think.
All I can pray for is
Don’t... come... in.
Please
DON’T. COME. IN.
Please.
Nooooooo! Paul: Emily?
Maybe someone will be armed.
Maybe they’ll have a gun?
Paul: Emily?
Emily are you all right?
What's going on in there?
Emily: And here it is.
Here she is.
My captor...
my torturer, my own personal hell incarnate.
Paul: Emily!
**Muffled growl** What the-?
**Smashing door sounds** **Screaming**
**Paul coughs**
Emily: I’m so so so sorry.
Please...
Forgive me.
Paul: Oh my God!
**The wolf roars** **Paul screams**
**Emily gasps**
There's no escape from it.
Piece by piece.
It's taking little bits away from me at a time.
I'm not even safe in my own dreams.
Oh, God.
How do I escape this? Escape her?
How do I even think of being around people?
**Phone message beep**
Paul: Hey. It's just me
again.
Look, maybe I should just lay this down on the table.
Yeah? All the cards.
Oh, whatever.
I don't play poker...
Anyway.
Look, I really like you Em.
I just...
Call me, yeah?
I know it's been a few weeks, but
I'm still here.
So. Yeah.
Call me.
At least let me know you're okay.
I want to...
God, I want to.
But how?
How can I, knowing the only way I can protect you...
Is by leaving you behind.
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