Cole Burkhardt
speaker
1,091 appearances
6 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard today
Cole Burkhardt’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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recordings per month · last 12 monthsRecordings per month over the last 12 months — 6 in all, peaking in Sep 2026 with 2.
Appearances
His eyes flashed wildly, and he let out a childlike giggle that sounded like cutlery rattling around in a deep sink.
He gesticulated madly with the whisk.
The way the once-dead man spat the word detective, like it was some poisonous, lint-covered thing rolling around his mouth, like the whisk-covered cream was now tainted.
He then stabbed with the whisk at Dillinger, who, amongst the comprehension of this confusing scenario, was trying to remain calm.
It was not working very well.
Light burst into the black space as the face of the stone lit up behind the once dead man.
White light showed the hands of a reverse ticking clock.
The once dead man pointed at it.
Cream dripped in long ropes and with a withered smirk.
Best get moving, soldier.
Dillinger looked around the space with the liminal lighting providing a small measure of ambiance.
Around the edges of the black block, Dillinger couldn't see out of the kitchen to a backyard or the neighbor's fence as he expected.
He only saw a pressured void of stars that weren't stars, but a swirling kaleidoscope of what could only be then and some when else.
Then, the stone seemed to exhale.
At least, that was what the rushing sound and hot wind that hit Dillinger's face indicated.
Dillinger fell back, tumbling end over end through a vast black space.
Sounds fluctuated around him, alternating between what sounded like the beating of winds, but slow and languorous, and his own terrified screams that finally tore from his throat.
The scream that came from him was,
wasn't instant noise.
It was a memory of a scream.
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