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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alfie the sound was wrong twisted in a way that made my skin crawl it was my voice but not it was as if something was trying to mimic me but couldn't quite understand how to sound human the distortion the strange echo made it all the more terrifying It wasn't just calling for Alfie, it was beckoning, trying to lure us out. My breath hitched, and I felt my eyes sting with tears.
Whatever was out there knew my name. It knew Alfie's name, and it wanted us. The pit bulls barked suddenly, loud and fierce, their barks reverberating through the cabin. I jumped, my pulse racing, and I took a shaky breath. I needed to stay calm, needed to think. I couldn't let fear take over, not now.
I turned, moving towards the back of the cabin, away from the door, my steps slow and deliberate. I needed to put distance between us and whatever was outside. I made my way to my room, pushing the door open with my shoulder. It felt safer here, away from the front door, away from the darkness that seemed to press in from all sides.
i set alfie down on the bed her eyes wide and fearful as she looked up at me brutus and max followed their growls never ceasing their eyes darting between me and the door i closed the door behind us my hands shaking as i turned the lock it wasn't much but it made me feel a little better the voice came again muffled now by the walls of the cabin but still clear enough to give me chills
Alfie, come. I swallowed hard, my mouth dry, and I backed up until I was sitting on the bed, Alfie crawling into my lap. I could feel her trembling, her small body pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to steady my own breathing, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart.
Brutus and Max stood by the door, their bodies rigid, their growls a constant rumble in the background. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what was out there or why it was calling my name. All I knew was that I couldn't go out there, not now, not ever. The fear was suffocating, pressing in from all sides, and I felt tears slip down my cheeks as I held Alfie close.
i just had to make it until morning morning would come and whatever was out there would be gone it had to be the hours passed slowly each minute feeling like an eternity the voice kept calling each time more insistent more desperate as if it knew i was resisting and it was growing impatient
I pressed my hands over Alfie's ears, trying to block out the sound, trying to keep her from hearing the thing that was calling her name. The pitbulls never wavered, their growls never ceasing, their eyes never leaving the door. And then, finally, the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains. The voice faded, replaced by the normal sounds of the forest waking up.
The pit bulls relaxed, their growls subsiding into soft whimpers, and I let out a shaky breath, my body sagging with relief. We had made it. Whatever it was, it was gone. But the fear didn't leave me. It lingered, a cold, heavy weight in my chest. I knew, deep down, that this wasn't over. The woods weren't safe, not anymore. Something was out there, Something that knew my name, that wanted me.
And it wasn't going to stop. The morning light filtered in through the curtains, weak, but enough to remind me that we had survived the night. I sat up slowly, my muscles aching from the tension, the exhaustion heavy in my bones. Alfie was still in my lap, curled up tightly, her eyes half closed. Brutus and Max had finally stopped growling.
Though they remained close to the door, their ears perked and alerted. I took a deep breath, the cold air filling my lungs. The sunlight brought a sense of relief, but it was a fragile one. I knew the danger wasn't over. The memory of that voice, calling my name in the dark, haunted me. Whatever it was, it knew me. It knew Alfie. And it wasn't going to stop.
i needed to see the woods in the daylight to convince myself that whatever was out there had truly gone slowly i stood placing alfie gently on the bed she whimpered softly her eyes following me as i moved towards the window I pulled the curtain aside, my eyes scanning the tree line. The woods looked so different in the morning, calm, quiet, as if nothing had happened. But I knew better.
I could still feel it, a sense of unease lingering in the air, like the woods were hiding something just out of sight. The pit bulls had followed me, their eyes fixed on the window as well. They could sense it too. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the fear that threatened to rise again. Come on, guys, I whispered, my voice hoarse from the night before.
I needed to get out of the cabin, to breathe, to feel the sun on my skin. I opened the door slowly, the pit bulls rushing out ahead of me, their noses to the ground, sniffing for any sign of what had been there. Alfie stayed close to my feet, her small body pressed against my leg as we stepped out onto the porch. The morning air was crisp, the sky a pale blue, but the woods felt different.
There was no birdsong, no rustle of small animals in the underbrush. The forest was silent, waiting. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. I needed to be strong, for Alfie, for the dogs. We had made it through the night, and I wasn't going to let fear take that away from us. I walked slowly to the edge of the yard, the pit bulls flanking me on either side.
The tree line loomed ahead, the shadows still deep beneath the canopy of trees. I stopped, staring into the darkness, my heart pounding. Whatever had been there was gone. It had to be. But as I stood there, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was still watching, still waiting. A rustle came from the woods, and I tensed, my breath catching in my throat.
The pit bulls growled softly, their eyes locked on the source of the sound. For a moment, everything was still, the world holding its breath. And then, a deer stepped out from the shadows, its eyes wide and startled. I let out a shaky breath, relief flooding through me. It was just an animal, just a deer.
But even as I watched it disappear into the woods, I couldn't shake the feeling that we weren't alone. The fear lingered, a heavy weight in my chest, and I knew that whatever had called my name in the darkness was still out there, somewhere. I turned back to the cabin, the pit bulls following close behind, Alfie at my heels. We had survived the night, but I knew this wasn't over.
The woods weren't safe, not anymore. And as I closed the door behind us, locking it tight, I couldn't help but wonder if they ever had been. Stay safe out there. You never know what you may encounter in the woods.
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