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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We have a lot of those. It makes sense. I can walk into a crowded room and tell if something is off. Same. When I was a kid, I had active conversations with shadows and was able to know if something bad was going to happen. I was obsessed with the supernatural and devoured literally anything remotely on the topic of ghosts, species, and magic. Elena? I can't do that.
I also had a bad case of the night terrors. Me too. And slept with the light on constantly because although little me likes to think she didn't have the word fear in her vocabulary, she was actually a fearful little bean that couldn't get a full night's sleep to save her life. I was the same. As I grew older, I learned how to combat the bad dreams by waking myself up by counting to five.
I have to pinch myself or move my fingers. I would often lay awake watching the shadows on my ceiling morph into various demonic shapes. This was after I had been shamed into sleeping with the light off because I was, quote, a big girl now. Side note, fuck you. The night is dark and full of terrors and I'll sleep with the light on if I want to.
And I agree with you. Fuck that shit. I'm a big girl now. Shit. I will never say that to my kids. No. Because I am 39 years old. I have to sleep with the TV on. And I still need the TV on because of the light and like light murmuring sound that blows me into sleep.
I like that. It freaks me out. I mean, hey. Yeah. You got to go with your gut.
You think something's weird. You got to go with it. Yeah. No, I feel that. The girls have, like my kids have this like constellation light that's like the northern lights with like stars. It's so pretty. And it is every night. It has to stay on. And when I go up to bed after they've gone to bed, I go into the room just to like check on them. It's just like a habit. I have to do it.
And then I always turn it off and turn it back on so that it won't cycle through and shut off in the middle of the night because they will wake up and be like, ah. So it's just like a habit now.
I would use it. Yeah. But John doesn't like light. This is his actually. Yeah. Because he does not like light.
Yeah, that's the thing. I need, I'm not a like bright light person at night. So like I can handle certain TV shows, but they have to be like calm.
Yeah. Makes sense. You know? Anyway, this story takes place much more recently than I would have liked it to have taken place. This story begins with a mirror. Now, this mirror isn't the small spooky mirror from a horror movie with a gilded frame, but This mirror is the size of a fucking wall and resides in the bathroom I share with my partner and one of my flatmates.
On this night, I was standing in front of the mirror on the damp tiled floor. I think I had gone to the bathroom half asleep and came to consciousness while washing my hands. Though the taps were turned off and my hands weren't wet, I was staring at my reflection or at least where my reflection should have been. Lillies are tough. Lillies are tough.
I could even see the light in the hallway streaming in through the open door. But do you know what I couldn't see? Me. I was standing in the bathroom looking at a mirror that takes up the entire wall and my body was absent from its surface. How fucked is that? I can't even picture that.
I looked over my shoulder to check that everything in the mirror was present in real life. That is when the dread set in. Cold fear tore its way through my core. Its icy tendrils clawing at my very being. You're an aspiring writer. Write the book.
All at once I was aware of the presence behind me. Something was staring at me behind my back, watching me through the mirror. Sweat began to glisten my skin. My stomach flipped and I was frozen. Everything in me was screaming, don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around. And do you know what my dumb ass did? Turned around.
and suddenly I found I was back in my bed drenched in cold sweat breathing heavily my partner soundly asleep beside me in a shadow with two long arms that ended in talons standing in the corner of our room I hate that I went to move but found my body bound by sleep paralysis oh god I don't know if you've ever experienced sleep paralysis, but it is one of the most awful experiences.
I experienced it recently after a long bout of not experiencing it.
And it was when I heard the kids screaming. Oh, yeah. I forgot you said that. It, like, fucked me up. For, like, two nights I couldn't sleep after that because what happened was I found – I woke up to hearing all three of my children in their room screaming my name. But not actually. No.
And it wasn't real, but I was looking at my room, I was hearing their voices, I could see in the hallway, and I went to get up and I couldn't get up. And then I went to yell to John to get up and go get them, but I couldn't yell. And I was just laying in my bed, paralyzed, unable to scream, hearing my children screaming for me.
And finally, I was able to do the thing where I was able to pinch the side of my leg and move my fingers. And I sat up and I was like, so I couldn't hear them anymore, but I darted into their room. All three of them are fast asleep. Completely asleep. Fast asleep. Everything was fine. John was asleep. And like everything was normal. I could not go back to sleep that night.
I sat up like feeling sick.
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