Alaina
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635 appearances
4 recordings
1 series
first heard Feb 2025
last heard May 2025
Alaina’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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I did it. For clarity. Thank you so much for that phonetic spelling. My name is Caitlin. Feel free to use it there. There are a multitude of us there and even more ways of spelling it. I have ADHD and I am a Virgo. A dichotomy I am well aware makes for a sporadic and tumultuous relationship. So please bear with me as I first gush over how much I love you guys. I love you. We love you.
I first came across you ghoulies whilst my friend Queeva. Oh, I like that. Isn't that a pretty name? The way that's spelled, it's C-A-O-I-M-H-E, but pronounced Queeva. It's like Siobhan, how that's spelled like- Siobhan.
Yeah, I love that. Very pretty. So Cuiva and I were sharing back and forth different true crime podcasts. Cuiva put you on my radar and I've never looked back. Cuiva, Cuiva, Cuiva. You made my job at the time, data entry, not only bearable, but something I could look forward to as I got to hang out with your banter and listen to whatever ghastly tale you had prepared for the day.
Ash, I too have many souls. My accent will change randomly while I'm speaking. I love that about both of you.
you thank you most often i will claim the accent of the person i am talking to and have to stop mid-sentence to apologize and proclaim i promise i'm not mocking you i've just stolen your accent that has happened to me before i love that yep apparently as is the side effect of adhd at masking masking i i feel that but that doesn't explain why i randomly go irish english or russian with no prompting when i've had a few to drink i like the souls elena i loved the butcher and the rent thank you
And from one aspiring author to another, you are beyond amazing for finishing one hell of a book. Thank you so much. Now two. Yeah, hell yeah. It was gripping and spooky in all the right ways. Please find attached a size 12 double-spaced puttafa of my spooky experience with astral projection and a diamond. Diamond. And the time I asked the forbidden question while streaming. Yes, I did that.
I missed the first intake of Listener Tales because I typed everything out in my phone notes, then forgot to format and email it. ADHD, what are you going to do?
All right, so let's start with lucid dreaming, because I'm very excited about this.
I did the thing. I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming, because since I was five, most of my dreams have been lucid. By the way, sorry about my voice if it sounds a little off.
It's a sick voice. I'm struggling with it, but I've been drinking tea.
some scary old lady who's like i love that too though i sound like chandler bing's manager hell yeah no joey's i just started watching friends i dig that um so i was watching this woman standing in the sunlight she was dancing i suddenly remembered i needed to ask her the date and time so i blurted out hey do you know the date and time her serene face shifted abruptly and she stopped dancing the sunlight seemed to lose its shine and the woman began yelling and sprinting towards me
You bitch, why would you ask that? I was afraid, so I did the thing I usually do to wake up and counted to five. This time, however, instead of waking up, I shifted into another dream. In this dream, I was wandering up and down bright white stair classes. Stair classes. I realized that as I was... You can probably see my... I'm like, stair classes? That's not what that says. No.
You wrote staircases. I said stair classes. Bright white staircases reminiscent of the topsy-turvy ones from the final scene in the labyrinth a la David Bowie. So you were meant to read this one? I was. I wasn't alone here either. There were people dressed completely in white, continuously traveling up and down the stairs.
Their faces were blank with emotion, and as I'm typing, I can't recall their exact features. However, I was outnumbered 100 to 1. I've had many a weird dream in my life, but this is the first time I've been dropped into a dream that didn't have at least a point of familiarity.
I was curious as to where these staircases would lead, so I assimilated myself into marching up and down the stairs, good for you, only to find myself on a staircase above more marching people dressed in white. There didn't seem to be an end to the stairs and I realized I must be stuck in a loop of sorts. It occurred to me that maybe this was my punishment for asking what the date and time was.
That's really scary. So in typical me fashion, I decided, fuck this. I stopped in my tracks, turned around, looked at the blank faces of the matching pedestrians dressed in white and shouted, hey, what's the date and time? It was like a shock had gone through the crowd. The steady sound of marching ceased immediately.
And just like the woman from before, the people dressed in white stopped dead in their tracks. 100 unrecognizable faces shot their eyes to me, faces contorting in rage. They opened their mouths and where the normal parts of the mouth should be, aka teeth, tongue, darkness of a throat, was a bright dark blue light and they were screaming.
I found this out last night for the very first time ever. It's a situation.
Yeah. Someone said, what that mouth do? Pretty much. And she said, I don't want to know.
Yeah. Why? Because they're too cute on the outside. Well, probably fish bones too.
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