Collin Bishop-Karney
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139 appearances
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first heard Nov 2024
last heard Nov 2024
Collin Bishop-Karney’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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suddenly i realized the forest was too quiet no rustle of leaves no distant calls of birds just an unnatural silence that wrapped around me my eyes darted up and dash was nowhere in sight dash i called my voice sounding too loud in the hushed woods
a second later i heard it-a crashing sound frantic coming from deeper in the forest my heart skipped the kind of skip that feels like it's suspended in mid-air for just a beat too long it was followed by a bark dashes bark high-pitched and alarmed i ran branches clawing at my clothes and face the underbrush grabbing at my feet the sound of something tearing through the woods filled my ears something moving too fast
i called for dash again and then he appeared bursting out of the underbrush covered in thorns his eyes wide with fear he came barreling towards me skidding to a stop his body tense and his teeth bared growling at something behind us i didn't look back i didn't want to see whatever it was
my instincts screamed at me to run and i did with dash at my side when we broke through the edge of the woods into our yard i doubled over catching my breath the air felt lighter less oppressive and i almost convinced myself we were safe but then i looked up towards the neighbouring field and saw it-a shadow
standing at the edge of the grassy runway it wasn't human i knew that even from the distance there were no features just darkness a shifting smoke-like shape that seemed to waver at the edges i wanted to believe my eyes were playing tricks on me that it was just the fading light but then it moved It hunched over, slowly raising its head, and I heard my own voice echoing across the field. "'Dash.'
It sounded exactly like me, perfect, down to the tone and pitch. But there was something wrong, something strained, like it was trying too hard, forcing itself to sound human.' Dash growled, a low rumble that vibrated through his entire body, and I felt him press against my leg, trembling. The figure called again, weaker this time, as if struggling to keep up the charade.
Fear twisted my stomach, a cold, primal fear that made my skin crawl. I wanted to scream, to turn and run, but I couldn't move. My feet felt glued to the ground, my mind grasping for an explanation. Someone trying to steal my dog, someone playing a prank. But nothing made sense. I could feel the malevolence in the air, pressing against me like an invisible weight. It wasn't human.
I knew that deep down. I turned and ran, dash at my heels, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. When I reached the door, I slammed it shut behind me, the echo reverberating through the house. I told my parents about it that night, but they dismissed it, said it was just my imagination.
But my mom's eyes lingered on the window for a moment too long, her face pale, her lips pressed into a tight line. That night I dreamed of the figure. It was closer, standing just outside my window, its head tilted, watching me. My name came from its hollow mouth, repeated over and over, each time more distorted, more wrong.
The darkness outside seemed to pulse, creeping closer, until it pressed against the glass, seeping through the cracks. I woke up drenched in sweat, Dash at my side, whining softly, his eyes fixed on the window. The fear stayed with me, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts.
The day after I saw the shadowy figure, I tried to convince myself it was all just a trick of the fading light, my imagination running wild. But even as I repeated that to myself, I knew it wasn't true. The fear clung to me like a second skin, making it impossible to shake the memory.
dash was restless too he paced near the windows his ears pinned back and he refused to let me out of his sight i decided to visit my cousin's house a couple of miles away just to get away from the heaviness of the woods for a while My uncle, a man who rarely spoke of anything other than work and farming, greeted me with an unusual seriousness.
He said he'd seen something strange the night before, a creature sprinting across the bridge near the creek. He said it looked like an emaciated cow, gaunt and hollow-eyed, and the description gave me chills. I knew deep down that it was connected to what I had seen. When I returned home, the air around the house felt thicker, heavier, as if the shadows were closing in.
My parents still didn't seem to notice it, but I did, and so did Dash. He wouldn't leave the yard, barking at the edge of the woods, his eyes fixed on something only he could see. As the sun fell, the unease became almost unbearable.
i could feel the hairs on my arms standing on end the sensation of being watched pressing in on me from all directions that evening i heard it again my own voice calling from the woods it was coming from the edge of the back yard just beyond the tree line "'Dash! Come here, Dash!' The voice was cracked and strained, like it was trying too hard, and my stomach twisted into knots.
Dash stood beside me, his entire body rigid, every hair on his back standing on end. His teeth were bared, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he stared into the darkening woods. The voice called again, more desperate this time, and I felt my blood run cold." I backed away, my heart pounding, and Dash stayed in front of me, his growl growing louder.
My parents finally noticed my distress, their faces drawn with concern. My father grabbed his shotgun and stayed up that night, sitting by the window, watching the tree line. He didn't see anything, but I knew it was still out there, lurking just beyond the edge of the light, waiting for me. That night, sleep was impossible.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the shadowy figure, standing closer and closer, its head tilted as if listening, watching. The darkness outside the windows seemed to pulse, and I could hear my name being whispered from the shadows.
it was a hollow twisted version of my own voice repeating my name over and over again each time more distorted dash stayed by my side whining softly his eyes locked on the window as if he could see something i couldn't the next morning i found the first carcass a goat ripped apart and left in the field near the creek the bones were arranged in strange deliberate patterns and the smell of decay hung heavy in the air refusing to dissipate
my parents tried to explain it away a wild animal they said but i knew better the whispers in the woods were louder now more insistent and i could feel the darkness creeping closer pressing in on me from all sides i tried to avoid the woods after that but it didn't matter Whatever it was, it wasn't bound by the trees.
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